Some Lives Are Destined To Be Wasted Poem by RIC BASTASA

it has become my habit lately
to sleep late at night
and wake up late

breakfast is forgotten
and lunch sometimes is set aside
lack of appetite
the absence of life
the blankets unfolded
the windows unopened
the darkness kept like a cold that does not leave me
like a flu
this fever that makes living inconvenient
yet providing all the reasons
for not being part of everything in the family
that i hate to relate with

i have broken drinking glasses
on clumsy hands
sleepy moods
ups and downs of my life
downs mostly
this desperation that keeps on staying
in my room

i turn off everything
i want mostly those associated with endings
a glass of milk
that my puppy drinks
hotdogs cold and greasy
i cannot eat them today

my polo shirt is ready
my pants well ironed
some calls from the office
on an emergency conference

i am sick i have aches all over my body
they say i need a doctor
or i need love i must have a lover
and change them as often as i change
the cover on the chair

you guess it right
some lives are destined to be wasted
i am having mine
and i am ready with this garbage can

in a minute