The Cruise... Poem by RIC BASTASA

The Cruise...



and then
i walk in the
rest room
early morning
waking up
to this reality
that i am
no longer the
same as the
self i had
yesterday.

i am not myself
anymore
nor any other.

i belong to no one
and i am no one
like the dust that
you scatter
in the big ocean.

remember the cruise
we had
in the Indian ocean.

Saturday, January 12, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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RIC BASTASA

RIC BASTASA

Philippines
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