RIC S. BASTASA


The Class Of 2011 - Poem by RIC S. BASTASA

i get lost in their calls,
they were so gentle in their pleas
i got swayed into a dance of the masses
i gave in
went down that tower of ivory
and told myself
from now own
there will be no more standards
nothing strict
but simply a camaraderie
a familiarity
a letting go

they shall be judged by themselves
in their own standards
and it will be too sweeping and
annihilating

at the end, it is the self and nothing more
that suffers upon its own negligence.


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 10, 2012



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