In So Little Time I Have For This Art

i always rush
thoughts are rushed
and must be written
at once
not caring what it
is what hurts what
gives joy
what bliss is
what grief
what sorrow is there
the rush
this adrenalin poetry
makes my day
so light
now i can manage
pushing again
the rock
of Sisyphus
when it rolls back
i am ready
to put it back
on top
and when it rolls
back again
i am willing to
lift it up again
you know it
you have it
we have it
we, yes, oui!

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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