Talking To Oneself Poem by RIC BASTASA

i arrived with a heavy heart
i was dragging my feet home
my arms seemingly lost their bones
i am weakened
uttered the words which should not have
been said
full of regrets
i reviewed every syllable
only to find
that they must be said
because they are
true

those who listened
behaved like mirrors
reflecting light
to each wall

some have become walls
actually
forming part of the room
shying away from
the eruption of
volcanic truths

i was justifying to the
window of the car
they were not ripe for
those lines

meanwhile i was left alone
at peace
with the noise of the
strong wind
the trees were about
to fall on me

but that time was not
an excuse anymore
it was enough
i said it all.... i said everything
and whatever regret
that this mind kept on repeating
could just be
a matter of opinion
that anyone
to include the one talking to me
now
that must be kept
unto itself
forever...