have you forgotten how it feels to have nothing? <br />when we were nothing at all <br />when you beg that someone listens to your grief <br />because you are about to become another cracking glass? <br /> <br />let me remind you about the past <br />this is the mirror: you go from house to house looking for breakfast <br />a bread will do, coffee is a bonus. <br />you were so thin, the wind pities you because it can blow you away. <br />you had dark, sunken eyes, your hunger and thirst cannot make you sleep. <br />you have the ambiance of a cemetery <br />the smell of a corpse <br />the creaking bones of the abandoned <br />body rotting in a nameless <br />place. <br /> <br />you were a leech, a numb parasite, <br />you have mastered shame. <br /> <br />now you are on top of the situation <br />like a fly on a buffalo's back <br />you have no time to listen to other people's lament <br />you think of them as pests <br />you have no bread to spare for the hungry <br />you think it is their fault <br />you have forgotten about the cracking glass <br />and you have a stone and you break it <br />you love the sound <br />because you have forgotten. <br /> <br />May God remember you once again <br />May He forgive you. May He love you in your worst form <br />as He had loved you <br />once formless in the cruel space <br />where once the sun exploded <br />and the earth crashed <br />like the ball of your imagination <br />in those <br />wars within you.<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/what-were-you-once/
