What I told you

I will be sad
Having told you everything
Those that I have weighed
And kept
Like my hidden gems

Yet I shall have no regrets
Some words are meant to be spread
And said
To please some lonely hearts
Though they may deceive you sometimes
Like mirrors reflecting mirrors
And you shall have a hard time
Pointing where I am
My words inhabiting
You like ghosts
They may stay inside you for long
Their dark colors
Their own shapes and sizes
Pointed, insistent and sometimes
Conspicuously hurting

You may return them to me
I am waiting and you shall be
Relieved and free

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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