This Is Happening

this is happening now
your eyes stare in an open field
burning like newsprint
it happens as duly predicted
from this room the spilt milk
cries all day
the cows are disturbed
and moving away to the
other greener pastures
the avid listener fed up
and stands to walk away
the cabinet full of unhappiness
comes into the open

you pretend you are sleeping

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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