Then You Ask Me If I Am Angry
after betrayal
of trust you have the
nerve
to ask if i am
angry
i am not
i am
hurt and that makes
the difference
between you and me
there shall be a chasm
an abyss
but you will never hear
me shouting
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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