Absurd

the absurd lies on the surface of our skins
like a rose tattoo that shirks and shrinks with time

crumpled lines and fading dyes and a story that refuses to die
you ask me if somehow i have obtained some meaning to my life

something that i cannot say i soon tell you
it is more of a growing thing that does not really show itself

unless you wait till the right season comes
the wind gives it a light feeling and the sun warms it a bit

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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