Desire..... Poem by RIC BASTASA

You open the
window.

It is freedom
Clap your
Hands.

You open the Door
you

Dance outside like
a kid.

You go back you
Let all air

Inside, and you
Expect that fullness

Of happiness that
Goes with freedom.

Come to think of
It...You gained

Too much Emptiness
Too

That fills the Room
that Goes in the
Windows

that Passes through
the Door

That makes the house
Colder than Before.

There is always
a price for everything

And the price of
Freedom

Is Emptiness, and
So

You search again for
the fullness
That you always

Desire.