To Stand Before You And Talk About Being Just And Good
when you let me talk
i fear that i may not stop talking
after all
the topic is about an eternal quest
for what is good
and just
i get inside
an opening and then i start the
walk inside a labyrinth
and i feel like i am
a lost child
looking for an opening
again
sensing that perhaps there is
another light
beyond us
i sailed
and chanced upon an island
of uncertainty
and then i disembark from
there
only to find
that there is nobody there
except myself
talking
it is so strange
i see mountains and the world
is so silent
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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