Throwing Away Pain

i look down my feet
passing by my navel

i am naked

i touch the old flower of my
youth
with the same
stunted fingers

i wish i am as warm
as the palm of your
past

i am not disappointed
i am real

i feel the coldness of a
stem
the hopelessness
of a rock

i know the day is short
and so i throw away pain.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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