My Trash

in the house
at the kitchen
one finds that black bag
filled with trash
one has to throw them away
no keeps them

in our mind
in the same manner
there are thoughts
which are trash
and there is the black bag
one has to throw all these trash
away

in my poems
i got a trash
got a black bag
and i am throwing all these away

what us have to things
and thoughts
that no one loves?

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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