An Excuse For An Exit...

IF THERE are too many of us
in this room
i may choke and with lesser space
i may die in this process and so
for many night i figure out an exit
or an excuse
to be excluded from this intimacy
of souls
it is this body that does not accept
too much heat
lest i explode into shreds of
brains
blood squirting out from the pores of
my skin
and just this morning i have grouped
some thoughts
my final excuse that right to be free from
the mob and the rest
of those who are here to know
me and in that door where i just exited
as you see
you shall read:

i just want to be left alone.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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