There Is No Sense To Cleansing Or Removing Poem by RIC BASTASA

on that morning
when there is no water
when the face
needs washing
and you did not
wash it
when you feel
like not doing
anything about your
skin
you actually fell like
you have
many layers of skin
on many faces
that you become so
afraid to see the mirror
and find out
what is really wrong
or if there is
at least one aspect
where something
right can exist
even for
a moment

you let time
pass away
you do not hold
a part of its
skirt
you are not in the mood
for a skirmish
with the seconds
or any single
minute

you let everything go
you have no hold of
anything anyway
and you keep yourself
still
as steel
unmoved by that feeling
of unbecoming
that situation where
you feel the
mud drying all over
your body

you dream of water
and rain
something to drench
the wall inside you

you are helpless
there is no sense to
a cleansing
or a removing

you continue with
your task
the one that does not
pay
like a crime