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The Stones Under My Feet
sometimes the stones amaze me
as i tread upon them
they hurt and they look at me
as though asking questions
what is it that hurts you most?
i like to answer but they are all too numb i think
to understand any word that i say
sometimes i like to hurt them in retaliation
but i know i wouldn't work
there is no way that they will say they get hurt
there is nowhere
where i can hurt any stone that i throw to the sea
a stone is gone but not forever
as though it has its own feet and comes back to me
asking the question again: what is it that hurts you most?
i know this vengeance
there is no way that i will tell them
my secret too is like a stone and it will come back to you
without any word, still, silent, sagacious.
poem
by
Ric S. Bastasa
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