A Man, And Something Within

a man cannot say about

what he sees, sometimes, he merely

gazes at it, and then

either he stays or leaves,

he touches the hand of the wind

and does not tell you

what he feels, his mouth is dry

and his hair follows where the wind goes

he keeps a lot of somethings inside,

one that makes

him feel a stone

nothing drips, nothing flowing

steady as a post

without light

during the night, without fear

he expels shame

and then he goes back

takes that.... something

and does not say

at all anything

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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