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For M., THE Wanderer

you did not choose it
it is there already
you want to remove it
it just can't be
you ignore it
and learn to live
you sleep the whole day
and at night
you party the hours away
it is still there
it is choking you
somehow you know where
to take air
and breathe
in this everyday struggle
they claim they understand
your pain
you do not and
cannot ever believe them
some have fallen
and have become forgotten
others are happy of their
demise
it is you who understands
so well
and so you have
decided to wander
the desert land so vast
knows your pain
the mountains that are silent
knows the intensity of
your pains
the rivers and waterfalls
sing for you
they all know your pain
the plains lay the grass
for you
they know about your pain
and so you wander
not trusting anyone.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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