Use And Abuse....

when you are hopeless

when misery is inside all your bones

you become so beautiful and humanity looks
at you with so much pleasure

so much lust
and you give in

you give what is no longer pleasurable to you
for all of them

you are exhausted and dying
they do not mind

they take pleasure in every chunk of your flesh
your eyes dilate

when you die in the middle of that moment
they call it your misfortune

they have nothing to do with you or
your pain

when all your bones fall to the ground
when your lips crack like dried leaf

they leave you
they will hate the place
and look for another.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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