Deathwishes - Poem by RIC BASTASA
yes there are three of
that makes a company
that day when it is about to rain
we are three
wearing white and i am the bad one
for the other one that we do not like
to be with us
but will always be a part of us despite
our deep dislike
it is the truth
that death-wish that is there but we do not like to admit
it is there
speaking, singing, teasing, taunting
and no matter how we silence it with our handkerchief
they all speak
yes we are watching the burial
of a death that comes true
we are silent
do we have the same mutual wish for each other?
i am sure.
i do not wish to be the bad one forever.
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