My Despair

In this wilderness
This despair, night after night, I sit
In the chair of my madness
I sleep in the bed of my loneliness
My hands at the back of my head
Weighing bitter thoughts
Suffering
Trying to figure out
Where is the exit
Of these all

I seek refuge in you
From the darkness of my years
I seek your light
From my cabinet days
You are my innermost desire
Insatiable
You will be my eternal torment

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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