Everyday I Feel That I Am Slowly Buried - Poem by RIC S. BASTASA

i try to wake up and rise from my lowly state
and every hour that you face me i feel like a small turtle
in my silence beside the still river and you speak and explain
and argue like the wind and the leaves and the clouds

everyday when i am with you i feel like am being buried everyday
layer and layer of sand and pebbles and stones and twigs
and branches and heaps of leaves
i am losing my art of breathing and i am beginning to accept the fact
that you have the capacity to lose me

the world shrinks and the river becomes deeper
the view around me is crowded and dark and i look for you
i call for you and you are no longer there

sometimes i need to redefine love when companionship loses the grip
of hands.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 15, 2009

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