Vacillation Galore

as usual
i am not doing what i am supposed to do,

somehow, all these unnecessary things are
filling me with what i do not crave for,

what i crave for
i do not have anyway

and so the retaliation comes
this way and that way where everything levels up

to fair and equal
unsatisfactions

what is the use of all these
you cannot understand anything about my everything

there is this thirst that does not ask for water
there is this hunger that does not talk about food

there is this home where there is nobody
there is this love that hates me.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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