T1 Poem by RIC BASTASA
T1
every written word
takes away a part of me
i am chipped off
bit by bit
an eyes is missing
an ear is cut off
as i appear before you
my mirror
i become incomplete
because i am always giving
and i walk away
my hair is cut and some locks fall
faraway from misgivings
i sit beside a clear pool of water
there are no ripples
the moon is full
darkness subsides
and then i am full.
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