To Earth - Poem by RIC S. BASTASA

i am not here as a guest
i am never served and nothing is free

i pay for every
service of yours
i pay the price
for every inch of

i do not eat a free
i always pay the price
of anxious hours

i give my skin
i shed off

i barter my mind
i am left blankly staring
at the

i traded my future
for all your stars

and what i have is
just this

say the word
i am always willing to give it back

when i leave let no one say that
i owe someone something
that i carry what once was borrowed
by me

i do not claim ownership
i only have my burdens

i am dignified
i always have this freedom

to go and be with no one else
i do not own anyone
and no one owns me

i know the law
which i have pawned for nothing less
but equity

i paid the price
i give everything away

now i am all empty
and as uttered by that old and dying poetess
i have also become so ripe
so full

falling becomes my own
my pulp and sweetness
and even all my bitterness
is enough
to pay the price
of every inch of life

and when death receives me will
both hands
i say nothing because i owe no one
and one one owes me


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, August 29, 2012

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