I Reiterate... Poem by RIC BASTASA

it is not the happiness
really, not the bliss,
not the laughter that
write you a
poem,
that poem that will last
a lifetime
or give you a moment
of silence
or make you ponder
steal your time and chain
you on a pole
for sometime or make you
wail on the wall
and make you weep and
grieving

i reiterate, it is the pain,
that did not kill you,
it is the sorrow that lingers
like a vine with all its thorns
climbing upon your body
as a wall.