For B...
so you have felt finally
that you are alone: your brother after he married
built a wall around his wife and
daughter
you can hear their exclusive laughter in the other room
and when the light there is finally turned-off
you can hear even the whispers of love
that you have not met
before
the hands of love
drive you away
you turn off too
the only light in your room
and the war within you begins
there is that regret that mocks you
there is the passing time that appears like those leaves
blown away by the last month's typhoon
you feel like a tree robbed of all those leaves
with some twigs bent
to the utmost you feel that pain
of being
uprooted
moments reversing themselves
like the back pages of the
book
with a vast topics
arranged alphabetically
which of course
you have no desire to
carefully read
you feel this horror of all horrors
loved ones
abandoning you
with their bags full of
clothes
those thicker walls that suck their conversations
like water siphoned by
a thick cloth
oh, how you detest each layer
of indifference
the whole night you never sleep
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poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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