What A Wasted Look

you groom yourself
put gel on your hair
spray some perfume
on your whole body
and you wait
she passes by
not noticing
the way you look
the way you smell
you curse yourself
on this madness
she is also eaten
by the monsters
of her own sadness.

square and fair
right?

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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