A Talk To Oneself Poem by RIC BASTASA

last night he said he could not sleep
so at dawn he drove his car but he did not know where to go
at that hour as usual in this lonely town and the other lonelier towns
there were no people on the road
and he wanted speed
and if possible even the speed of light

i want to die he said to himself and i am lonely and abandoned he
continue telling himself
these thoughts are destructive but he keep saying he wants to die

and he closes his eyes and his car bumps the huge tree on the side of the road
and his car falls on the ravine and smashes the rocks below beside the sea

he did not die and survived and he told me he wanted to die but it is still not
his time and i told myself what a wasted man is this creature
and how God must have wasted his Love on such a man as self centered as
himself for such precious hours could have been devoted to something more
greater than our limited minds and should have been given
to another man more deserving than him

obviously, his selfishness i told myself could not be measured
and such is the most wicked moment that i spent with such a man that i could not really understand

i could tell, i was once there.