A Topic On Pain

now i have learned
to refuse seeing you again

i think i should be wise enough
there is always the new pain in old wounds

we often agree to talk about it
i give you time enough

to forget
but you have always insisted in lingering

there is no use over broken collections
i buried mine

scars are not good to look at
there is no premium for pain

the next time you call
my line shall be busy.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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