Anger And Self-denial

something arrives
it is harsh and you do not recognize it
it exists but your mind refuses
to acknowledge it
this is self-denial and you tend to take
this harsh thing too lightly
upon a bottle of beer
and some puffs of Marlboro cigarettes

the harsh thing sticks to your skin
like a leech and sucks your blood
and drained
you fall into an unconsciousness
self-denial falls like
a stone to a house of dominoes
causing this pandemonium
of your guts

then comes anger
you scatter all your parts on the highway
you let the trucks run over you
whatever is left
everything shatters
and you scream to the continents of the world
to no avail
of course

there is this angel of pity
hovering over your soul
bringing you the light of the brightest day
of your life

you stretch your hand and there is this
new world before your eyes

acceptance, the tranquility after the chaos,
heaven, this must be, serene, a clear pond,
a self rising above the selfishness of your
earthly existence

it is no longer us, in this luminosity.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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