The Lonely Man

he finished reading a poem
by frost
sips his coffee
and looks to the sea
from his window
inside a room
with a locked door

alone
in order to forget
he begins to caress himself

he begins to do
what he does
with his own
flesh

his imagination
must save him
from the wrath
of his
failure, his guilt
his sin.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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