The Third Xanor
coffee cannot help
it keeps me awake
but that is not enough
to conquer this
lousy feeling
tonight the ants
are busy carrying
the gifts
the lizards stare
at me
upside down
the window is open
i let the wind come in
to join me
in this loneliness
i sit staring the darkness
i turn off the light
there is no moon there
are no stars
the second pill of xanor
shall take me
to another true encounter
with you
you that i cannot defeat
nothing conquers you
this love, this surrender
this stupidity!
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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