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