The Truth About Your Fiction - Poem by RIC S. BASTASA

the truth about this fiction is your struggle for the release of your bad self from the chains of so much iron clad realities

and thus releasing yourself from said clutches you become more of want you want to be than
from what you are

you close your eyes, you name it and you become it and then you enter that door of fantasy where you are the one who only holds the key to that door, or that password to its secret lock and when you are there take all the possibilities that you can muster

have all the fun.
fantasy is not a cruel provider
definitely not your greedy neighbor
or your strict grandfather or insulting professor

take all your time but there is only one thing that you must not

do not forget the password, do not lose the thread into that labyrinth that leads to the old door of that fugitive
which you closed and if the world of fantasy has relieved you of the pain and the sorrow

you have to come back on time, use the secret password again, use the key, and then open the door again

in the house dinner is served,
your servants are smiling, and the chicken soup is just as hot as you desire it,
the steak is as you like it cooked medium rare,
the red wine not so sweet, and the conversations are ready for your cracking of those same old jokes,
those old memories
the songs come back like your invited visitors
from far

oh they all come back,
but this time with beautiful faces, sweet perfumes
the ones whom you will always love and so your heart floats in the clouds


Topic(s) of this poem: life

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, July 20, 2014

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