RIC S. BASTASA


Living - Poem by RIC S. BASTASA

there are so many things to see
in darkness
the darkness that you create
by the mere closing of your eyes

so many black shapes to touch
too pleasing to your fingers
it is when you wake up
when you go into the light

that gleaming shapes begin to cause the pain
and no one likes it
now you have to choose
where to live
and when and how

you must begin from the closing of your eyes
the point where your heart starts to open

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Poem Submitted: Monday, June 6, 2011

Poem Edited: Monday, June 6, 2011


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