Diligence
at 3 o'clock
the surfer continues to search
for what is missing
in his life
scanning it like the pages of an old
diary
in his exhaustion he continues
till daybreak
until he finds it
he cannot sleep until the question is answered
there is this seed that grows within
there are roots digging
the value of his existence
the reasons enumerating why a day should be added
what tomorrows are relevant
why death is untimely
his fingers press the keys
until it finds
what he dreamt last night
the face of his father begging to do what he did not achieve
during his lifetime.
he hears the cries of the goat bound for the slaughterhouse.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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