A Peaceful Day

they say i am a sad man
living in a mournful house
with no one

the windows look
like stooping eyelids

the door like the backbone
of an old woman with
osteoporosis

the wall are blank like
a blackboard with nothing to say

those who visit my place
feel the loneliness of the air

as though someone is recently buried
when you come back to the house

and do nothing but gaze
at the bleakness of the hours

i am confident about my
existence

and i tell them
that they are all wrong about me

i like this day
with no one around me

It is the most peaceful
day i ever had.

i feel so rested like a
man sleeping on a rocking chair
while watching a Love Story
with the sound in the Off mode.

i am contemplating on the sounds of
the footsteps of the souls

of those who had long departed
most interestingly of those who
want to stay

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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