To My Silent Sufferer.... - Poem by RIC S. BASTASA

to make me love you more
i strain this evolving relationship with
actually unnecessary
separations, ... remember my trips alone in the big city?
how i dislike a big empty bed that makes me feel in in a highway
riding in a small car,

i bleed of course like a cactus,
but soon the noonday sun knows how to dry the juicy cut
and comfort me with a tiny scar
hidden by my thorns,

i heard nothing from you, you keep secrets to yourself,
and you have become so beautiful to myself,

how i wish that i can be back in the place of my youth where i will miss
no one, when i can dive in the river naked, and without any malice to
anyone who sees me

i have uttered so many words, and written this experience in a journal,
and you continue with that silence,

that silence in suffering wanting nothing in return for the love that
you have always given

like clouds making rain, like seas faithfully making waves
like words always there to the picking of the tongue

my silent sufferer, i love you more,
i suffer in the countless words that i am saying

in such way, that i begin to doubt everything,
this silence that i surrender, this loss that i have trusted to the
company of words,

at night, i wish upon a meteor that all my thorns be gone.

Comments about To My Silent Sufferer.... by RIC S. BASTASA

  • (2/19/2012 5:49:00 AM)

    the silent sufferer.. how much do we all suffer in our own ways... now suffering silently, i can empathise with the thoughts in this poem. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, February 19, 2012

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