A Reflection For This Morning

when it is not done
you feel cruel,
you'd like to go away
but you imagine a
lonely funeral

you stay and you become
more cruel than you
think

but it is a must
a dictate of what is the law of this land
you stay
and they are too cruel to make you stay
you don't like the way things
are happening
the way the words are left unsaid
because they can be
more cruel when
said,

you are at a loss
but you have decided not to mind it anymore
you invoke
fate,

there is this destiny that takes charge
make the most of what is here

and that will be fair enough

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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