Into My Own Privacy.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

i do not wish that you become a part of me
like light to my room
i do not need any
i thrive in the comfort of my own darkness
with an option
whether to partake with light
or not

i am but a room with a little space
a small bed enough for my arms and legs
just enough
for my sleep,

i destroyed the ceiling
so i can see the
stars
i closed the windows and doors
so i cannot be
with anybody

i do not wish you to stay and be friendly
i like to enjoy how is it to be unfriendly
in some
moments where i cherish my own privacy

the silence of the paper in cohort with the pen
that romance with words and symbols
and in between thoughts, the precious solitude of
not being with anyone,

i am both the deserting and the deserted.
it's a certain stage and i want more of it

without all of you, i have this gift of thought.