...You Wander Still.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

some storied
which you do not finish
writing
help themselves with
their own words
and so they finish themselves
with their own choices
which from now on is called
freedom.

usually the end is that these
stories live happily ever after
which all readers of course love
to read over and over again.

seldom do storied end with their
own sadness, their everlasting
sorrows, their unsolved problems,
and there is that which confronted
itself with eternal damnation
which no one liked but which is
the truest of them all.

it is a bad story. they all fear it.
how can they read? someone tritely
retorts, 'when they are all inside
that collection of stories inside
a book, where their souls are kept
dog-eared, reserved for the dusts
that settle there till eternity.