Inhuman Poem by RIC BASTASA

i already learned from everybody,
i belong now to the majority
exited myself from the narrow alleys of the minority
where i can be myself
at home
with the loneliness of the crowd
nameless and yet
one for all safe and sound in this
comfort zone,

i move around in new places never lost
i always find a way to be back from where i begin
taking note of the landmarks that grief made
the signs that sorrow plant
in every nook of this road
that has no end

look at that distance
it is very far away and i am not scared

the only thing to do is keep walking
walking and walking
no rush
and it is here in this comfort of slowing down
where the mind
cannot ask
what is happening
it is convinced that there is nothing to worry
because
everyone is doing it
done,
in fact, like the majority
has turned
into one vacuum of silence
that when you try to ask
all their faces turn to you
as though
you are a mutant
a jinx


inhuman.