To Earth
i am not here as a guest
i am never served and nothing is free
i pay for every
service of yours
i pay the price
for every inch of
life
i do not eat a free
meal
i always pay the price
of anxious hours
i give my skin
i shed off
i barter my mind
i am left blankly staring
at the
sunset
i traded my future
for all your stars
and what i have is
just this
moment
say the word
i am always willing to give it back
when i leave let no one say that
i owe someone something
that i carry what once was borrowed
by me
i do not claim ownership
i only have my burdens
i am dignified
i always have this freedom
to go and be with no one else
i do not own anyone
and no one owns me
i know the law
which i have pawned for nothing less
but equity
i paid the price
i give everything away
now i am all empty
and as uttered by that old and dying poetess
i have also become so ripe
so full
falling becomes my own
perfection
my pulp and sweetness
and even all my bitterness
is enough
to pay the price
of every inch of life
and when death receives me will
both hands
i say nothing because i owe no one
and one one owes me
nothing
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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