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pity, sympathy,
illwill, backbites,
fear, rage, anger,
envy,

need you utter them?
to the man drunk with his failures
(or even success)

do not, they serve no purpose
but to make pain more serious,
intoxicating
seeping, penetrating pain
grief,
lamentations

just a tap,
a hug,
an embrace, a gentle gaze,
a shake of the hand,
or just sitting beside him

in silence, , , , , , , , ,

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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