Soshana

i have spoken my lines
that is what i am told to do

and you have spoken your lines too
and that is what they are telling you to do

you cannot be my comfort
distance are not arms and distance is cold like ice

your words are mere words like faces without names
i have spoken and you have spoken

now i am going back to sleep
it is done.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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