A White Butterfly And The Written Words Poem by RIC BASTASA

i am afraid
i really have
to keep
on writing

what shall happen to me without
the written
existence of this poem?


i am afraid
about the consequences of my
arrogant
submission that i can live without
all these
quivering of
scribblings

what if you have nothing to read?

i am afraid about you

for this is this flower and you are the loneliest
butterfly
in white against the light

you shall disappear
and this flower falls to the ground

it rots. And you are
gone.

tomorrow morning
words repeat themselves over and over again

another white butterfly
comes

and will always hover