This Morning.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

This Morning....



light braves the shutters
like knives
stabbing whatever darkness
was left
under the bed
behind the brown curtains
my eyes shun
what glow comes from
outside
without the windows
fearing their own wooden
frames
this is a bad day
waking up at nine
and not knowing what to really do.

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RIC BASTASA

RIC BASTASA

Philippines
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