Because The World Has Not Given A Chance

when the doctor says
that he is a ticking bomb
i understand it,

soon he shall explode
without him
willingly detonating it

it is this neglect
of a thinking experience

the lackluster of the mirrors
of the soul

i do not blame him
dying is an option
when hope is no more

when this bomb explodes
it will be absurd to ask him

if he combs his hair
or washes his face

what to wear does not matter
or what perfume to dampen the skin

it is this annihilation
this dream of finally becoming nothing

because the world does not know how to give
what chances are there left

for the most ordinary man on the street
the underprivileged and the oppressed.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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