there is this worm <br />as usual slimy and long and despised <br />that gets inside your skin <br />and you cannot just dispel it out from your system <br />it asks for a home <br />and you give one of the pores of you skin <br />it asks for food <br />and you become all too willing to share a part of your flesh <br />and it stays there <br />and you allow it and you begin to talk like friends <br />and you welcome it <br />simply because you have been all too alone <br />now despite this parasitic relationship <br />between you and this worm <br />you keep on keeping it <br />and they are angry at you and always pester you <br />with their own philosophies and one day they become silent <br /> <br />you tell them: what do i lose? i have long been nothing anyway. <br />i don't have any. Not even a lock of hair from you.<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/there-is-this-worm/
