The Reason Why One Resorts To Poetry Poem by RIC BASTASA

imagine you have a world
a government
a neighbor,

the world too cruel for you and you want to hurt it too
but you cannot,
the government that makes you poorer and deceives you
and persecutes you and you want to be one of those rebels
but you cannot
a neighbor that closes its door and talks against you
and makes higher fences
and yet you cannot complain because
you have no power
weak and helpless and you too
lost in the labyrinths of a complex lifestyle
no direction, no vision, no hope nothing to lean upon
or hold unto

those are the reasons why you go inside your room too
and begin to write, and somehow, you say

i am free, i am happy, i am living,
and my house is not burning.