Where I Am Kind.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

in chasing you
i left my slippers on the road
and I want to go back and
pick them up and wear them again
to protect myself from you...

i wake up from that dream
confused why I love you, and
I face myself in the mirror
wanting to vomit what I have in mind.

there is so much to filter
I am sifting what is necessary
and soon this will be complete
and I shall be back to my senses
and drive this self back to home
where I am kind.