Winged.... Poem by RIC BASTASA
Winged....
the haunted
house i have escaped
the gates of glory
i have
gone away with
took away the key
and
finally decided to
throw it
away in the river
that i tread
and passed
i raised a fist
and lowered my hands
opening it to
a certain transcendence
the castle of fame
i left
the mountains of ambitions
i left
into the plains and rivers
to the skies
my mind winged.
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