53421 Poem by RIC BASTASA

53421

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no word can abuse you
you who is an expert in the resonances
of any syllable
bled, bled, until there is no blood
bloody, in the revolutions of silence
you can look at words, they do not make any sound
but oh, oh, how can they ever scream
in death how loud, how loud can the wailing be
how long the sobbing
how patient the walls with more ears now
how now can be so long
how waiting can be so unfair
with no one coming
to be the same as the one
whom you have lost
in the cruel arms of lonely times..

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