Double Faced Poet

double faced poet
like day and night

light and darkness,

the bad side of
the other good side,

that is not what i
really mean,

it is not about good
and/or evil, it is about

how we do things:
poetry at night
and bread and butter
during the day, something
that makes the terror
of our creativity,

moon and sun
they may not come together
but they must exist

to make the whole
narration of a complete event.

rushing myself to write a poem
and then rethinking things over
a decision between life and/or death

liberty and/or prison, and so on and so forth,

this time, as you read, it is poetry.
as i sign out, it will be another face of me.

it is something that you cannot read.
it is hidden by the clouds
behind the sun and the moon and the stars.

it is something that disgusts me.
it is something that i do most of the time.
apart from this poem.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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