Looking....

i stopped looking outside
and henceforth
scrutinized what is stored
inside the heart
there is more to be felt
now than
thought,
there is more still undiscovered
uncharted by
the ships of my
imagination
there is more struggle of the
native feelings
who wins at the end
i must feed.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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