They All Slip Away Just Like That Poem by RIC BASTASA

There is an exhaustion
that spreads to the hidden
nerve of our lives

when we think of nothing
but just the blanket and the bed

we experience this cold
that is not brought about by a weather
which clings like a leech
in our skin

after the seven storms
we have earned enough defenses
we have learned that
all these are but illusions
shadows on our walls
which we try to hold checking
whether it is real

they slip away
they all slip away
just like that