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They Have Already Taken Away The Sharp Knife

it used to be
beside my seat
that sharp knife...i cannot recall anymore...
something happened
that i like... but all of them did not like it...
some cried like one important member of the family just died...
some are silent like stones
some have accepted that things like these happen
almost everyday to all the people in this world
no one to blame
no one...it is a phenomenon...the desire to put off the light..
the wish to end the day...the frightening moment of
shying away from something life-giving...
i am not talking...i have so many things in my mind..
the desert, the noonday sun.. the sunset, the closing of the doors
and the shutting of the windows
the darkness, the utter peace that do not give shelter to words..
and even thought..the elimination of phrases
the dislike of sentences, the inability to make a rhyme
and rhythm
one sleeps with the aid of medication, there is this slumber induced
to cure the errors of nature
white blankets, some cotton
in the trash can,
stained with blood, now dried and shall again be thrown away
to forget.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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