That Page Of Life Poem by RIC BASTASA

there is this page of life
of my last resort
when everything seems to be
disturbing

glossy and pleasurable
all pictures that makes life
sort of entertaining
and though
not wholesome but for a while
shall make us forget
what pain is there in our bones

we go back there
lift the cover and search again
the glossy pages

the pictures are not appealing anymore
we have graduated to the
next level of unsatisfaction

we move on to another page
not really appeasing but something new
we smell it
and taste it

it is bitter and yet we prefer it now
our age has advanced us
to the level of the cure
to the stage where we recognize and accept
the sickness
of our humanity

we gloss over and over again
we shine
like the spirits of the east
like the ghosts of the christmas future

now we think
if we finally found it.