Immortal

evanescent
immortality
piano music
lingering in
my mind
wherever i go
the word
teases me
always telling me
that i am not meant
to be here
forever
that home is always
there waiting
that this body
is mere skin
soon shedding off
dead surface
matter.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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