That Meaningless Abundance... Poem by RIC BASTASA

perhaps i know why you have
come back to this place which cannot
be seen but only felt

this house where we speak not in
plain language but in images
where others have long left unable
to survive the hazards of
imaginings

you see, i guess you must by now know
how empty is wealth
how valueless are those expensive cars and
watches
how anxiety crawls in those expensive
mansions
how meaningless those books of money have
become and in the midst of all these
bounties,

suicide comes like an unwanted
guest,
you drive it away but it stays
finally robs you whatever is left
in those trembling breaths.