Without You in That Big City

away from you
i am inside this big
city
trying to please myself
with its lights
and busy streets
some exotic restaurants
and night
spots

i fell like i am
a car
with a leaking
gasoline tank

i have seen the
path that
i have walked
and there is a line
of the leaking gas

i am afraid that
another crazy guy
with a matchstick
shall put it to flames

inside my heart
another war of fire
another
conflagration shall
happen
and i have no other
place to run
for shelter

who can help me
this time?

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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