Speech To Myself Poem by RIC BASTASA

i do not want to be
responsible about what i write
like the way i write some words
on the sands of the shore
where the waves of the
sea do the erasing to give
me another clean slate again

but it is not as simple as
that, i guess

what i write on some pages
of this space
is read by a lonely creature
who takes everything by heart
in order to live for
another day

and i like the way
how my words may serve
as guide
or inspiration for the
night like some stars
distant but
giving light still

but what if i had written
something too
depressing
and then the reader
puts an end to life

will i still be not responsible?

oh, i must be careful
with what i write

there are lonely people
out there

like boats without anchor
without ports to go
needing the light of the
North star
or the lighthouse somewhere

who knows? we could be
these lonely people

or the lighthouses giving
the light of home.