I Am A Piece Of Broken Man Poem by RIC BASTASA

do you see me? what do you really see?
do you see this piece of broken man?

his spine bowed to the earth
because it has a huge burden on his back
his face with rugged lines, his jaw somehow dislocated,
the bones of his body unsymmetrical,
his flesh rotting, his skin unable to hold some parts of his
broken body, his nose does not smell the sweet perfume
of the good life, his tongue attuned to the bitterness of his past,
his lips crack with the present catastrophies,
it has not defined the kiss of life,
he cannot look up now to the bright skies
and marvel upon the wonders of creation,
the nature of green and red
the scent of peach and apples and roses
the taste of honey,

look at him, look at me, this piece of a broken man,
i am not your imagination

i am you. you must look at me again, stare at me.
give me your hand, so i can be warm again,
so my blood starts to run again, it is you, and you alone,

who can make me rise.
i am no other man. I am you.

help me. help yourself.
this is the real picture of the man
in the mirror of your eyes
in that secret chambers of your heart.

help yourself. help me.
we shall rise.we are one.