Tactless...

He is tactless
and to punish himself
he reigns in the kingdom of silence

he is condemned not to Speak
but he finds a solution
to this predicament:

he writes
becoming friendly with the word,
he reaches for the other world
acquainted with the high spirits

someone who reads this
writes me one day that i owe her an explanation

i guess this is already an invasion.

i sign off. I fade, until i become
a blank space

she looks for me
not even a dot i am

it is the emptiness that remains
the most loyal friend
in the kingdom of silence
where i am alone but king

not really lonely
but perhaps lovely
and free.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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