Our Misery

OUR MISERY
comes when we see the forest alive
with its trees
though no one is tilling its domains

when we see the flowers bloom
when the rain comes
when the sun shines without promises
of the rainbow

our misery
of having all the fears
envious about the birds that play in the air
without having to think
what to eat tomorrow

why do we worry much?
why?

we work to death
death comes anytime
even if we do not ask for
it.

ahh, this misery of
lost thoughts
of words unsaid
of words said
without knowing what we really mean

of those that we do not mean
of those we really mean
and regret having said them

ahh, what am i tonight
an insomniac again
accepting anything
the unknown ghost
staring and then taking off...

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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