One Day More

one day more
another night passing by
you realize

you don't need anybody to define yourself
you don't need a flower for your hair
not a rubberband to bind the locks

one day more
and another darkest night

you close your eyes and grow your wings and fly away
and see everything so whole from a distance

and you say, what a mess, everything has been wrong from the
beginning
things that you have seen and touched
and regretted having seen and touched them
for a long time

these unimportant matters, that we hate and love.
we float, and see those that drowned.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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