The Fate Of The Lonely Woman

life exacts the price
for your cowardice
alone in the apartment
you will be pondering about

how other people took life
using their own hands
that independence of not having
to put guilt on the neighbor

that suppression of what
should have been said
the mouth trembles
the heart pounds upon every atrium

bloods rush like a flood
and so you are drowned
soon another room is forced open
foul odor rushes out proclaiming another wrong

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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