On The Second Night

i like the
wall
of separation

within it
is the silence
that i could
have written
since
i cannot
speak it

i tried
many times to reduce
the color
of silence
into something
like
black here and
white
over there

i want to capture
it in
some letters
like bars
and rectangles
formed
by my hands

i have never
done so
well

i am not good at
capturing
the perfect moment

it escapes
always it escapes
always
it escapes

because it is
free

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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