Those Pictures...

the pictures do not serve the purpose anymore.
you want to go beyond, there is no beyond.
you look for more of those pages, there is nothing there.
you miss the heart. You want to see that man stepping down.
Because there is no love at the pedestal.
You wait for him to admit that there is something wrong
among the choices, that nothing is right, even from those
all of the above.
Nikki is right after all. You wait for the heart to come
and please you.
When?
The time frame is an illusion. The humiliation is not over yet.
The kneeling starts.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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