Leaning On The Wall

you see me leaning
on the wall
you think that i am
about to faint
and you signal
if you can help
but i am quick
with my hand
waiving

no i am alright
i am feeling the wall
i am listening
to its ears

there is this
hardness on walls
that i like to know
there is this
silence of the walls
that i like to hear
from its very ears

you think i am
weak and sick
you think i am
the one that
darwin says
may be
exterminated

come to think of it
these walls
are the walls
built by my father
and his father's father

they feel my body
and they say
i am doing well

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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