Driving The Point - Poem by RIC S. BASTASA

and then i look
straight on the face of
the creature fronting me
and we had an
eye contact
i was saying something
from what my eyes are
uttering and that
creature was not wise enough
to understand
what was driven
of course
i understand that my eyes
live in a different world
from my lips
and so does my heart
my soul and my
my feet too travel in
different direction
apart from what
i have in mind

nothing goes much
without unlike what war is waged therein
the winner is still
the loser perhaps is so kind
to caress
the sadness of understanding

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, September 26, 2010

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