The Misery That Seeks More Company
when failures
fall down
they decide not to rise
from the place of
their perdition
from where they fall
hardly surviving
on hands grappling
and breaths grasping
they simply sit there
silently
looking for
more of their kin and kind
like some kind of
bus passengers waiting
for their trip
to nowhere
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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