Incoherent Poem by RIC BASTASA

Incoherent



on a long and lonely world
he becomes incoherent
someone meets to ask him
where did he come from
and where he is going
he's got no answers
he sits under a shady tree
and begins to stare at the blue sky
he has not words to say
everyone he meets must go
to leave him in his incoherent silence.

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RIC BASTASA

RIC BASTASA

Philippines
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