The Cold Night Poem by RIC BASTASA

calls me to write
a poem

it expects something
romantic
to inspire it

the moon is waiting
and the stars are excited

but i realize
who am i to please them?

and who are they
to be pleased?

and so they all ended
disappointed

and then inside my room
i write the poetry of
my life

it did not inspire me
at all
neither did it excite me
like the way the stars and
moon dream it to be

but i guess i have
told myself
what i have never told
the world
and that is good enough
for me

if the cold night calls me
again to write poems

i shall tell it frankly
i am cold myself
and you do not need me.