The Early Morning Verse

Peace I leave with you;
my peace I give to you.

(as i read these lines
i am chewing my new medicine
a black herb so bitter to my tongue
to be swallowed when finally
liquefied)

do you know the sickness of the mind
of the poet out there? Just like you
he is looking for the cure, the madness
to be well again.

it is not the score of the hour
it is the easing of the pain.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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