Revisiting An Old Self

wingless, the old self
situates on the road
that we once passed by

damn, it is thin and lean
and tall and hungry

it is thirsty, and neglected
it has screams never heard

damn, that old self stinks
scared and fearful of the touch

damn the old self knows not
a smile or a hug

damn, the old self dies
damn, the old self is gone

and here i am looking at it
dusts of the past

on wings i fly to the new world
of dreams that come true

of truth not bent
of this reality that never changes

no longer a shadow
no longer a body

celestial beside the stars
on thrones set for the permanent

in the silence of the heavens
the new self smiles

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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