RIC S. BASTASA


My hands are broken


I play your game
at nighttime

when mothers no longer
watch their
favorite sons

when fathers do not
care because we can already
fight for
what we think is right

they are old and
tired
so they always look
forward to
the last journey

this hour i sit behind a door
unloading a
baggage while you
take some more
what you can not anymore
hold

i won't play anymore
my hands are broken.

Submitted: Sunday, September 22, 2013
Edited: Monday, September 23, 2013

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