RIC S. BASTASA


the newly found love for isolation


i am going
for the lighter side of life
i pretend
that i am recently born
with a mind of
my own

i promise myself
that i can stand alone
and behave like an
island of the
vast ocean

the irony happens

people come
they become interested about
the meaning
of isolation

they search for what
is virginal
they want
something original

and then they will say
they will miss me a lot

that they really love me
and it is late that they realize this

the come in hordes
bringing with them their boats

when they arrive however
i am no longer there

Submitted: Wednesday, November 21, 2012

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