Our Own Way Of Giving Up Life

at the hotel's mirror
after a cold bath at night
i look at myself,

i sighed, i have neglected
what i am,

what i was was once
strong and beautiful

perhaps, i have never loved
myself well enough

my skin are loose from my bones
my stomach is bloating

there has been too much craving
for food to conceal what i have lost

there is so much sitting down
upon those dismal failures

i could have run away that fast
away from dismay

i am tired, i have decided to let go
beauty, and wit and ego

let them have it then
i have no more reasons

valid enough to keep me firm
and fast and alive

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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