For Mr. R
that time
all that he can do is flee the place
run away from his own house
that his son burned
it is not a question of whether he is responsible or not
it is a question of
not to hurt the one who caused him so much pain
and so all the memories are gone
the house that he built from his hard earned money for years
everything everything is gone
this time he does not flee anymore
there is no way that he is going to run away from anything again
he stays put on the ground which is right
nothing matters.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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