The Anonymity Of Pain.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

...because of pain, one hides,
who wants the sounds of pain to be heard by
people whose concern is not even
equal to a curiosity?
one takes shelter in the privacy of
a room, closes the doors and windows
and then bleed
and shout in pain,

no one hears this tragedy
this private thing
that demands the patience
of an
enduring injury,


one keeps a record of his privacy,
here, he writes, his name is a falsity,
his place faraway.