Regrets Galore...

the drag is quite long.
it takes us to a street of dryness and dust makes eddies behind our feet.
i remember those dead gladiators being dragged away from the theaters
i am amazed as Luna was once and he painted such
Spolarium,

Death and being taken away
No bargains.

the drag of life is quite long. There is thirst and hunger.
when you sit upon an old chair and look far into another island.

No one waits for you there.
all you have here is the cold wind, the haze outside, the howling silence.

everything from me is taken away.
i had the foolish thought that all the while you love me.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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