A Peroration........... Poem by RIC BASTASA

i have always kept
the truth within me

but before he died
he said all and you
believed him

much to my disgrace
you did not too give
me justice

perhaps the reason
why i write is because
of these untold truths
which i buried inside
my heart

how i wish to tell you
all about these
but i have seen it in
your faces
you would not believe
any word that i say

there is no use saying
but perhaps there is still
use in writing

one that sticks and does
not go away
one that keeps everything
in black and white
and never fades in history

so i keep on writing
but for the time being
that none of you is believing
i write what you deserve,


like a half closed door
like a window half open
like the wind that passes by
giving you the chill
that reminds you of a
quick passing

i will keep things
buried inside me
and when i die white
flowers shall grow beside
my grave
white butterflies hover

fog covers what i have
and soon
my morning shall come
with doves in its hands

it will be a clear and
clean day
as all of you must
have died then
too....