Not Minding The Stabbing Silence In Bed Poem by RIC BASTASA
Not Minding The Stabbing Silence In Bed
when we sleep tonight
we sleep
as tightly as screws and
bolts
as dado joints
perfectly fit without any space
for a prayer
or even a simple conversation
to patch up
what was broken
to mend the heart
to fence the souls
torn apart
by so much darkness
in this silence.
actually, i do not
mind anymore
i know
what unfinished is...
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
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