For W
light
so much light
in my eyes
blinds
hurts and destroys
what peace and
quiet is there
once upon my own
short lifetime
love is light
we are eyes
we are always broken
and we are always ready to
mend
love
we are love
light we are light
light as burnt love
letter
those pictures that you finally burn last night
the silence that watches it
the coldness of our souls
the promises we offer
the disbelief that we counter
yes, yes to all these
what choice do we have anyway?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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