Rage Poem by RIC BASTASA

Rage



things are running wild and not in what you wish them
all to be
some are running against you
and some are exploding before your very face
indistinguishable
untouchable

ugly and not worth the watch
you feel that there are storms coming inside your chest
you wait

what for? you are one that seeks self-destruction
you wait
for another explosion to include your whole being

lost and never found

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RIC BASTASA

RIC BASTASA

Philippines
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