As I Look Down

As I Look Down

A Poem by Judy Basmaji

I look down 
upon his broken form
upon his humbled spirit
as my hands bleed
from the pieces and shards
of his shattered heart.
I look down
into his frozen eyes
into his fading soul
I open him up
as he moans in pain
as he aches for death.
I look down
with childish curiosity
with fumbling fingers
through laughter and sorrow
fears, wants, and smiles
through longing and despair.
I look again
inside myself this time
there is nothing  here
clean and neat and empty
an empty hollow shell
Yes, all is well.
I look down again 
with pity in my gaze
pity for his burden inside
and as he looks back
I'm surprised to perceive
my pity reflected in his eyes.
As I wonder why
he leans  into my ear
and his soul echoes into mine:
"You will never know
the privilege of humanity,
the true meaning of life."

© 2013 Judy Basmaji

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I love how this poem analyzes humanity through the least likely source: someone lacking it. Well written once again.

Posted 7 Years Ago

Judy Basmaji

7 Years Ago

That's a very nice way to put it, thank you!

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Added on August 3, 2013
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Judy Basmaji
Judy Basmaji

London, Ontario, Canada