RIC S. BASTASA


Consuming Myself - Poem by RIC S. BASTASA

those that strike me
and occupy me
those that consume my mind
i am sucked by this
emptiness
but i bother no more
i wait in ambush in my newly found
silence
i wait when the wind is fed up
when the soil needs no more of
the water
when the leaves begin to fall
because the buds
have taken most of the time
in peace
it was the chaos that do not
shock me
because i have embraced them
because i have known
all of it
from its very first drop
now i have learned
the cycle of another confidence
i stare
at those which do not excite me anymore
i stand straight and hold the hands
of the lust of time
every minute
there is an understanding of every second
my heart does not beat
that much
the surprise is gone
the bow shape is lost
the arrow is here
beneath the palms of my own hands
now i look at all these
i am strong
and i begin to leave
walk away
from here that has oppressed me
searching for the divine
and the noble
i take my chances
out there
is the azure beginning
the blue skies
the endless horizon
sun full

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, August 12, 2010



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