Why This Poem Is Born

this is my only chance
to be alone and be myself
again in the middle of this
crowd, where all voices
speak, and no one is heard

this is the voice inside the
bottom of my heart
beneath the layers of my
thoughts

in the forest
there lies this niche
where i can be so
at home and so silent

this is the craving of
the restless soul trying
to find a place to be
in the peace and quiet
of its solitude

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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