Emotions

Excuse me, I do not make these emotions
They arise without any effort from me,

They agitate, they disturb me, this
this sorrow, this hate, this strong feelings of revenge and get even

This love

The very essence of my poems
This war between these that come without my consciousness
These emotions always at war
With my intellect,

Excuse me, I do not create them myself
I am not therefore responsible, and I leave these emotions
All to you

I do not wish to be damaged by them
I only want to be with them in such feeling and sensibility as

Joy, and overjoy,
And overwhelming joy and reverence and elations

Now, is it sorrow and hate and indifference?
Excuse me, they are not mine, take them all with you.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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