My Home...... Poem by RIC BASTASA
My Home......
what time is it?
it is eleven p.m.she says
aren't you sleepy yet?
no i am not
i am sleepy. and so she goes to sleep.
as i am here
looking for something
desiring for someone
asking for more
finding a way to anothe
door
looking for an opening
where is the exit?
i ask the window
i ask the dark night.
where is the door?
i am asking this house
which had long ceased to be
my home.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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