today i tell myself
that the cover of my favorite book
needs a change

perhaps i need some thickness
something much like the
darker blue in
Atlantic ocean

the wings of my imagination
can be clipped
hide them within a cloak
of the pages of
this book

i can be like any other
normal as they say
silent, deep, and alone
on a shelf

the dust may come like a
desert storm
and just like the rest of those
who have been here
we can be numb and
mindless
and all accepting

and i guess we may become
likeable
which we may find disgusting
but only for a while

disgust is our real content
but who shall like it?
we are original in this kind
of endeavor
but we cannot proclaim it

lest we be burned and then
be all forgotten

so for the meantime
enjoy our silence
savor our concealed presence
we are the pages of the book
that you read
and we have no page
not even a single page
for a complaint.

RIC S. BASTASA

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-silent-majority-2/