The Vacuole Of My Life Poem by RIC BASTASA

i went to a forest
it was years back

on the flowering of
my youth
The forest taught me
Love

Something is missing
in my life
so i went back to the
forest
hoping for a filling
of this
vacuous thing

the forest is dead
all trees buried
building rose like
toothpicks
roads wind like
scribbling of an
overactive child

they tell me the answers
are written by the
neon lights
i must immerse to the noise
of this new civilization

i have not adjusted to the
change
and so i went back home
to this place where i sense
i belong

the vacuole of my life
grumbles like an empty stomach
it has learned to live
emptiness upon emptiness
it greedily eats