To A Friend Out There....

keep going my friend
we are the verge of hours not wanting to talk
silence creeps in our spine
like a spider
we do not mind
sleep is given more attention
dreams reign
but we do not really remember
as day
breaks out in the open
tightly on some
invisible ropes we walk our way
we utter life is life
and it goes on and on and on
like some
irresistible refrains of
a very old song

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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