As The Night Gets Deeper... Poem by RIC BASTASA

i am into words and more words
each connecting to form a chain of an idea
forming a colony of phrases and clauses
and sentences
and then paragraphs

getting into a story that i have created
fiction from my realities
flowers from my pains and scents from my sighs

this is my way of forgetting the pain
a diversion road, no more highways
but interiors, into the graveled ones,
into the grassy part, into a dead end

i will build a small house here
where i can stay for a while, alone and
contemplating,

into the deep night, i create a hollow ground,
a grave perhaps, or a foxhole
to protect myself from intruders, this hell of
a people,

into the darkest deep night
must i sleep soundly under the thousand stars.