There Are Those

that sleep during the day
and wake up
at night,

they do not hurt
they hurt themselves
and find solutions
on neon lights

they smoke their nights away
they drink till the flesh is numb
till speech is free
till the soul clears itself
from the burden
of the body

they are not like you
hope fettered around the walls
of the office
entrusted to the company
Inc.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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