Last Night He Finally Did It

he dreams about it
and last night he did it
he wore his boots
slipped from his big house
went out and took himself for a walk
farther away into the woods
alone
unafraid
it was so dark as the moon did not come out that night
too the stars
and he went his way out farther without light
only his coat and bare hands
no knife
defenseless as he is
he proceeded deep into the woods
not thinking about any direction
all he wanted was to know
what courage is
how is it to be alone without walls to protect him
without fences and guns and bullets
he missed this point
just to be a man
sans everything.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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