Nurturing That Broken Heart ... Poem by RIC BASTASA

Nurturing That Broken Heart ...



at that moment when i have
learned to forget you
it was then when i begin to
feel the numbness of my loins
the uselessness of those
between us,
i feel nothing but air in this
body, as light as burnt paper
floating higher and scattering
its black ash on the blades of
grass,
desire died, all systems off,
i wake up in the morning
even forgetting my name
i walk past the streets
heading to the office
all the people are faceless
all the buildings are sketches
the usual sound of the traffic
are babbles of the mad man
in ward 8, that nervous breakdown
that xanor failed to save
a scene never reconstructed
days are numbers, hours run too fast,
i have grown more white hairs
due to massive denials,
i send a letter, i will be on leave
for days, taking vacations somewhere
no one knows,
it is like i am squeezing all the pain
like all the juice from an orange
i am the peel without substance now,
i am nothing
the trashcan is laughing
claiming me again.

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