Seldom

happiness is seldom
it is the trend nowadays
when our hand grapple for
what we do not yet master

for instance last night
when you were asleep
i was touching my own thighs
in the dark
i was familiarizing with the lines
of my face down to the
belly

in the darkness of my soul
i still keep on thinking about
someone else

someone whose love you
have taken away from me
someone who weeps and
does not speak
someone whose heart has turned
into stone
whose door has become
a wall
whose windows doubt
whether to open for the sun
or not

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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