I Shall Be At Peace Poem by RIC BASTASA

every hour that i am alone
is a betrayal

every hour turn into multiplicative hours
and i should have been swimming in an ocean of guilt
that must drown my soul

but i hit my chest with my fist and i swallow all my words
saying that i perfectly understand all these
every part
piece every shred
every brokenness

and then i live on those hours of betrayal
and never has it occurred to me that i shall sit with you and
tell you honestly
about it

how can i endure the pain that soon this gift of knowledge
shall hand you?
a cup of tears
a destination without a sign
of an island in the middle of
nausea

i sit for long hours and sift one betrayal
and another betrayal

i can endure this until i die. And you shall cry believing that
i have been faithful throughout
and that you never had any regret loving me
forever.

and i shall be at peace
i shall be at peace.