wingless, the old self
situates on the road
that we once passed by
damn, it is thin and lean
and tall and hungry
it is thirsty, and neglected
it has screams never heard
damn, that old self stinks
scared and fearful of the touch
damn the old self knows not
a smile or a hug
damn, the old self dies
damn, the old self is gone
and here i am looking at it
dusts of the past
on wings i fly to the new world
of dreams that come true
of truth not bent
of this reality that never changes
no longer a shadow
no longer a body
celestial beside the stars
on thrones set for the permanent
in the silence of the heavens
the new self smiles
RIC S. BASTASA
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/revisiting-an-old-self/
