On This Date

i still remember
how is it to stay in a room
and lock it for a day or two
not watching TV
neither talking to a friend
nor eating anything

early fasting for an early
black bird
nesting on my head

i agree with you
there is no amount of comfort
no flower or cloud
can sway my lips to smile

it was bitter
something so hard to swallow
time is a comforting mother
nurturing a child
crying in the wilderness

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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