Being Lost In Cloudy Skies

it is the longing
denied
that these eyes
inflict pain upon
its macular
hole

it is this darkness
that is missing light

it is this
denial that presses
truth to the
edge
banging its head
against
the unprecedented
wall

the thoughts
fly upon its big
black wings

beak pointing to
a landscape
in that dream

clouds hang
fold upon layers and layers
blurring
the vision of
your destination

it cannot go back
it has no option but to
move and fly some more

it cannot fall
its feet cut by the sharp
edges of the winds

it finally becomes
an illusion
dissolving in flight

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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