Silent Cocoon

at the end
to make yourself a shield from all those
invasive matters of the
heart
you keep yourself enclosed in that
same cocoon

always that same same cocoon
hard so hard outside

this time you promise yourself
there shall be no butterfly ending

more of keeping
the silence of that cocoon

hanging upon a twig
under those
dead leaves

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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