RIC S. BASTASA


My Hell Of A Private Driver - Poem by RIC S. BASTASA

at long distance travels
i get this hell kind of a private driver
who does not care if he dies
or i die
as though life in this instance
has no meaning
at all

recklessly, i say no word
and he says no word
perhaps we feel the same thing
when we left
home.


Comments about My Hell Of A Private Driver by RIC S. BASTASA

  • Brian Jani (5/24/2014 5:42:00 AM)


    A fantastically done poem (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 22, 2009



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