The Follower Poem by RIC BASTASA
The Follower
she was looking for something
direct and clear
something so candid and
distinct
something so particular and
descriptive of her
state, every moment identifying
with what i have once offered
to the gods
to please and appease them
she was looking for that
kind of pain
that inner struggle that sigh
i am at a loss and i say i am sorry
i am reborn and i don't have them anymore.
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