Born To Listen.... Poem by RIC BASTASA
Born To Listen....
in this place i was
born
merely to listen
the only meaning to
my existence is my ear
there is so much noise
and surrender is not a word for me
i hear everything
even the needles of the pine
when i speak
i am no longer myself
when i move my lips
the world turns-turtle
when i scream all i
have is silence
so many are lost
every night they seek refuge
in my emptiness
i become full.
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