Nazareth

he killed himself
inside his car
just near the airport
after he
deplaned

it was nighttime
airtight
no one noticed it

till morning
when a passerby
reported something
suspicious

his father is ten thousand
miles away
his sister married a
foreigner

his wife is too young for his age
and he is too old
not to fully comprehend what is life all about

from our perspective it is another life wasted
but who really knows if he really is...

he never had a kid.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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