The Period In Your Long Sentence
there comes a point in your life
when you simply do not care
you give love and yet you still do not care
if they give you the same love in return
they give you pain and still you do not care
you have no pain to give them you have actually
nothing at that point in your life when
pain and love too become nothing at all
equate that with that point of no return when
you do not look back not even afraid that something
may turn into salt or stone you simply do not care
because there is nothing to really care because
you are nearing the endpoint of your existence and your
mind and heart are focused on that something
that you do not know but hundred percent sure that it
is something that you cannot exchange with what passed
between the grip of your hands between the hold of your
fingers: nothing snaps, something completes itself
you are full and you long for nothing anymore
'it is there! it is there! ' that is the only
proclamation. The past fades. The present shrinks.
The world becomes a period in your long sentence.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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