103 Poem by RIC BASTASA

To rise from where I fall

Subdued, I lost, I have no choice
But to surrender my own voice

Now I have to go to places
Missing your embraces

I am but just a shadow
In a nook without tomorrow

I walk under the rain
Where I am wet & drained

And cold in the night
In darkness I lose my sight

This is the time of losing
In his arms you are smiling

And you will not be with me
With him you can only be

I understand perfectly what losing is
you are not mine, you are all his

This is not the end however,
This is just another kind of fever

I must go out from this wall.
I must rise from where I fall