everyday in a sense
is not really horrible
no one is.
frightening yet
not that prolonged
every moment is a surprise
like a birthday
expected yet there are
still outbursts of
emotions they call it an outrage
because life can be so much
sometimes raging like a bull
with smoke in its nostrils
friends, excuse my dust
i am fed up and i vomit
what is unnecessary like
crab meat
i bought a pail and pair of
slippers
i have the sea with me and it
is free
the trees that i have planted
have become robust
i climb upon each
feel the world with its leaves
and on top of the branch
i begin to see myself
much different from all of you
all angles considered.
RIC S. BASTASA
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-realization-that-i-am-different/
