Themirrorandthelullaby Poem by RIC BASTASA

ilookatmyselfinthemirror
findingafaceaverysadone
indeedandiamnotalarmed
anymoreasitisexpectedwith
alltheburdeningyearsigetused
tothissomehowconcealing
whatisfeltwhatispain? what
isthereasonforthisphenomenon
ibegintowhistlemother'slullaby
stillinmyheartandihearmother
herselfsingingtomehersong
whatislove? isitlikethesunthat
shinesinsidemyheart?
helloiamconcealediamhiding
inatrainofwordsdoyoustillseeme
doyoustillwanttoreadmewithout
theneededspaceforyoutounderstand
whatisreallythere? whatishereforthis
moment? cryingonthepillowatnight
thereisnomaginanymoreandidonot
meananymorewhatisay.