Is She Not Silly?
you are making my life
so miserable
she tells him
why? why? why?
she asks three times
when i only want to make
you happy
to please you
to remove from you
that plaster of pain
from that bruised part
of your body?
she tells him of
her intentions
there is no answer
he is one hour from death
bleeding
yet she is still there
asking for an
answer
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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