RIC S. BASTASA


Bong... - Poem by RIC S. BASTASA

i don't think we do not
recognize each other anymore
when we meet we keep the silence
a horrible silence
since it is the most pretentious one
yet we do not feel that something is wrong
or wasted or something needs to be repaired
what i know and for which i never tell him was this
i was also broken, in fact, more broken than him
and in my silence i was then too busy
placing things in the proper order
same as him
i do not think that we intended to hurt one another
that is never the point
we have gone there twice and it was very painful
we have to repeat the procedure again
we look down
we are so humiliated and wanting to redeem what we lost
upon our own faults

now we finished the mission
but still in silence we keep the understanding
still friends
but not calling our names

in the humility of our failures
we have become
real men....

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 4, 2011

Poem Edited: Thursday, May 5, 2011


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