Do Not Inhale Me

do not inhale me
for i am not a pure, clean air
filtered free
from viruses

instead just watch me
do not say any word
for i am just a blank wall

i would have like it more like a jar
emptied of its contents

but i was born a stone
and i dwell in my own silence
numb and always
unhurt as i have learned to
love it

you see there is no pain
but there is no happiness either.

and that is fair enough for me
now, look the moss is growing all around me

but i will not stop it
even with invaders i let them be

i am a stone and i am silent
i am hard and i do not move anymore.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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