when we sleep tonight <br />we sleep <br />as tightly as screws and <br />bolts <br />as dado joints <br />perfectly fit without any space <br />for a prayer <br />or even a simple conversation <br />to patch up <br />what was broken <br />to mend the heart <br />to fence the souls <br />torn apart <br />by so much darkness <br />in this silence. <br />actually, i do not <br />mind anymore <br />i know <br />what unfinished is...<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/not-minding-the-stabbing-silence-in-bed/
