The Future Is In Deep Sleep And Does Not Bother....
i look back
(with minor regrets)
a life unedited
asking for some
corrections
i look back again and again
i can do more than this and that
it could have been something else
i could have been someone
more enlightened
i look back
it has become one bad habit for me
until i bump
a wall and it hurts my face
awakens me
it is this present this wall
this soundless pain
this complacency
too much of the past
i know, emaciates the present
on slipping hours
on hands with leaks
on dimming lights
on lazy afternoons and
colder nights
the future in deep sleep
does not bother.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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