To A Certain Point
each foot leaves the floors
of this hall
some had their faces
pictured and they display
the best pose of their bodies
the best smile possible
to display the image
of happiness
you sit there at the corner
away from the crowd of hands and mouths
and you look at each body in silence
as though the wire is disconnected
a frightening air hovers around you
but you refuse to be threatened now
you imagine the sounds of their smiles
coming over you
you forget somehow that you are alone again.
someone comes beside you and smiles
and you oblige with a smile
and then you begin to talk to her
some words about
anything else
then they all leave one by one
until you are the only one left on this hall
you do not know what to do next
or where to go
but somehow your feet begins to walk
and you do not argue anymore
to a certain point
there is this
craving
for contentment.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
No comments until now.