The Questions In My Mind....
i send my my hands
free, so many birds in air
they are questions
for you to answer, yet you
whom my heart claims a rock
for friends, where they can lay their bodies
and rest, have chosen silence,
and i look at you, with so much
understanding, knowing that you have
chosen the comfort of your own
safety, i nod, i may agree
that your chosen side shall give you
the best for the meantime that i bleed,
and now, i write upon a stone the names
of my true friends. It is you silence that
has become stone and sling for the birds
that i have set free from my hands.
They fall one by one, all dead.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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