The Self-Preservation Instinct Of Poetry Poem by RIC BASTASA

it is in poetry
where you can finally say what you do not want others to understand

doubt saves us from the pain of the obvious
and confusion creates an illusion of a rainbow

it is a monologue
and all the words that turn into sentences

are for myself alone, it survives me
for another day, and another hour,
indefinitely

it shortens my agonies
and the more i talk to myself the more i understand myself

definition makes limits
and it is comforting to an unaccounted distance

when you read it, you become too far from me
which serves my purpose so well

i become intimate to myself
and love is grown, relationship bonded

it is just between me and myself
unloading the heavy stories that accumulate like

stones in my chest
i have ciphers, i have landmarks, i end somewhere

where you can never see me
as me, but as someone else.