i have nothing to say. <br />i will sit beside you and just look at your face. <br />i am at loss of words <br />there is no punctuation to ease the wreck <br />of the sentences of pain not breathing anymore to rest <br />but always wailing as though there is no end to your paragraphs. <br /> <br />what words are needed, i ask myself, to ease your pain? <br /> <br />i was there. i am still here. Past lives that still haunt <br />secretly in the furrows of our foreheads. <br />was i a nomad in the sahara? <br />was i a king in one of the kingdoms of Java? <br />have i killed a brother? or a father? <br /> <br />why are my hands trembling like some stilt houses <br />in the rivers of Kwai? <br /> <br />i am hearing voices from the deepest caves of India. <br />The past is not past. It is still here in the present <br />trying to tell me about what is there that i have not seen. <br /> <br />i look at you again. You have slept in my arms.<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-have-nothing-to-say-to-your-pain/
