2: 22 A.M Poem by RIC BASTASA
2: 22 A.M
as i write
with ease and
spontaneity
there is always
a face inside
my mind
it is the one
speaking for me
the eyes
particularly
each word did not
come from
thin air
i dislike the way
hate wants to dominate
i set it aside for
a while
and then i begin to
understand
what smooth is
what white is
this eggshell,
its yolk gone.
Saturday, December 22, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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