Bland Poem by RIC BASTASA

his words are bland
and i think i understand

inside his cell
darkness and emptiness
and silence

words
becoming intense

he felt all of them
like pins
and here you are disturbed

angry
and wanting to kill
what mockingbird is there

if only you
have felt what drowning is

on that well
where the water runs dry

you would not have
become like him

engulfed by this huge mouth
of emptiness

vomited you run the streets
endlessly without direction