The Poems

so i have written
and you have read
and you say you understand
but i say: no you don't

i will hide in all the images
and you will see something
so different

you will learn later
when everything is deleted.

so what is the head fake?
the poems are not for you.

but just for me.
all dreams end.

i was alone
and there were no trees.
i got no world.

i face the brick wall
and then pass through it.

i will be there and
i will leave these all.

you.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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