Leech Poem by RIC BASTASA

some thoughts cling sometimes
to our minds like leeches

they are hard to remove
and the more you remove them

or try to pull them and throw them away
for good

the more they stick it out with you
like a deep sorrow

like an insistent sadness like
a persistent disappointment

somehow you always take chances of
finally removing them

for you know what that means
an untimely death

a calendar that crumples the numbers
of the days of the month

you get tired finally removing them one by one
because they also multiply themselves

like leeches too tricky along the banks
of a murky river

then one day you give up
another leech lands on your toes

crawls on your feet to your belly
makes a hole there and prides itself as the new

possessor of your private territory.
you watch without feelings you let it stay

your hands caress them
and your mind rests on the comfort of more pains

like vacant chairs in a vacant room
it is you there alone without any competition.