dear God.....

when i carry these pains
do not ask me if i can endure them

i am human
and i may soon give up

you know what i mean

you may test me and deprive me of everything that i once have
and those most important bits that i do treasure

you may take what little is left
in my pocket
or in my sockets

but please, i beg of you,

do not take away from me this bed where i can sleep

this floor where i can lay my body upon

this wall where i can lay my head and rest

for in here
where and when everything is lost

i can still cope up and sleep and
dream

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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