Restlessness In Stillness.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

....because i am discontented
here i am making it my own way, because no one remembers
here i am remembering me,
because.....
no one satisfies my hunger and thirst here i go
trekking my way
into everywhere, and tired, and
disappointed, here i am
making a set of wings for me,
these wings without the feathers of a bird,
these wings without need of
a wind,

because i feel so alone, here i am, inventing
company,
i give birth to words, and sentences
myself with
all its punishments,
this newly found joy in the prison of my thoughts
in the vast expanse
universe of my endless and
limitless imagination

this self without a river
this river without water and stones
this floating
existence

an angel without a wing

because i am never appeased
here i am exploding my own firecracker

a boy driving his demons away
with the use of one finger

because i have more to say
in this fear
here i am unceasingly writing

who knows if i finally find you and then
i can absolve myself and after telling everything
i can finally find
my own resting place

here i am, silent and still and staring.