His Case

tomorrow did not come
he waits
but tomorrow never came
he sits and claims
the benefit of patience
the past sits beside him
enumerating
all the stories of regrets
today is mindless
it laughs and shows nothing
but indifference and
then it tells him
that on the next minute
it will leave him

no wonder he calls the
long name of the rope
befriends it
and then gently he wraps
it around his naked neck

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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