Who Am I? **** Poem by RIC BASTASA
Who Am I? ****
i was already married
the night was crazy and wild
the music so loud
and the crowd is unmindful
with whom i am dancing with
or entwined and finally
sleep with
to let sorrow pass,
to give vent to what is
building inside,
pressure out like a fizzle
of steam, whistling, and
fading, and then
to wake up in the morning
trying to ask
what is your name and even
philosophically asking
who am i?
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5/2/2024 1:42:11 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Searching for own identity is definitely very interesting. We have to motivate mind with care and responsibility...10