Little Inconveniences In Life

this no perfect landscape
something is always missing
no matter how you try

i get a room
that air-conditioning breaks down
little inconveniences
make a bad day

you stroll in the park
the trees are dead

you take a boat
to be far away from trouble
the storm comes
unexpectedly

you promise
you shall take the plane
and you did

it crashed

tell me
where are you now?

if you only stayed in the room
you should have known
little inconveniences do not
kill

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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