The Wish To Be Wrong....
i've been looking for myself
i know where
and so i went in you
where i can be home
i feel this frenzy
of heart bursting into flames
i dare
look longer to that place where
i am truly me
there is this tension that swings from
ecstasy to ecstasy
there is this call to go back and be at peace
it is from faraway now
i dare not to listen
i am now at home and i gaze at that which makes me feel at home
on the night where i never sleep
but is never tired till
the next light of my day
there is an outburst
of emotional eruptions like geysers from a pool
i watch it
long enough and dare myself to be just there
standing
in such stillness of
a post
now without feeling anything anymore
it is then when i wish i should have been wrong
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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