Acceptance

each day she bleeds
there is pain
her mind is empty
there is no thought in there

she waits by the door
looking beyond the front road
she knows no name
she waits actually for no one

no one is coming
and she does not know where is anywhere
everyday this happens
every hour is a spirit

when the day fades
she does what routine requires her
she goes inside
closes the door behind her

she eats too little
recites her prayer and then sleeps
this happens everyday for all
the rest of her life
who is doing this to her?
No one.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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