Looking At The Past...
when i look at the past
i will always have something to say
i can write all the days of my life
simply glancing at it like it is
a movie watched by Howard
for months without a bath or break
i do not think that it is crazy
to go over the past images over and
over again, there is much to see and
say, for in there, i had always been
muted, i was blinded, in such a
deafening helplessness
now, i must ceaselessly mention it
to the world, as a matter of coping up
on such a short time, on such a
breath that is so limited, so so limited.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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