At The Center Of My Being

at the center of my being
lies all my weaknesses
and if you hit it right at
bull's eye, i will surely die,

your fingers do not find me
my skins are walls.
your lips are too searching
but my tongue has curled
upon itself like a frozen meat.
your eyes try to melt me
but my mind has hardened
like a rock, you try to cradle
my body, like a swing, but
my arms have changed into
sturdy pillars

at the center of my being
there was once this queen,
she turns into a sparrow
forever taken by tomorrow.

and so no matter what you do,
nothing happens to my sorrow
at the center of my being
someone tries to call you
and smile and waive at you,
i am telling you, i do not know.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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