Changing Grips... Poem by RIC BASTASA

Changing Grips...



when reality gets berserk
unable to grip the steering wheel
when the car turns turtle and when
there is no way pulling you out or
opening the door
mind you, you change faith
your spirit flies away and
begins to worship the goddess
of Illusion...that is.... if you still
want to live again.

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RIC BASTASA

RIC BASTASA

Philippines
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