RIC S. BASTASA


The Comfort - Poem by RIC S. BASTASA

there is comfort
in
let it be
let go
let it be done

like you are in a ship
not bound for
anywhere

but death and you do not really know
what lies ahead
what to do at the last hour
when the ship
collides to the closing of your eyes

sad, tragic perhaps
but let it be done

let his will be done
and you rest like you finally decide
to just lay in bed
think of nothing
not even the next step

just being here and wait
till everything is gone away like an evaporating mist


Comments about The Comfort by RIC S. BASTASA

There is no comment submitted by members..



Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?



Poem Submitted: Wednesday, July 2, 2008



[Hata Bildir]