The Sad Man... Poem by RIC BASTASA

at first what i have in mind
as i wake from sleep
with all the freshness of the
memory
should have been what i must say
to you
or to everyone here but what incapacity
is this

the moment i start
i get lost and no matter how try to be back
home to
sincerity
or to the genuineness of human affections
like what i want to do now
i always end up with
nothing and

so i guess this must be the most natural thing
to happen
to a sad man,
wordless in his world
orphan to his longings

simply because no one is there
no one waits
no one comes and

i am not, much to my disgust,
not going.