RIC S. BASTASA
The Urge To Write - Poem by RIC S. BASTASA
it is when there are butterflies in my belly
that my hands become pens
and when all these butterflies have flown away
all the words retreat in the sockets of my eyes
i become blind with all these thoughts
i am neither myself nor yours. I am no one now.
I am nowhere too. I am lost and cannot be found.
Asleep, just tired asleep in my dark room.
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