A Broken Heart? Poem by RIC BASTASA

most of the times
like those heavy rainy days
you accept
life with a heavy heart
such a situation as
having to feel the wetness of the weather
when you have no other
place to stay
except a park that does not offer you
any good view of the sea
or the mountain
as if
yes, there is no choice but to either
sit or run
and it does not really matter
what to do
when the rain keeps on pouring on you
and you simply
let the water rush and fall on your hair
down to your neck
and then to your chest
just to relieve the pain of a
broken heart

there is no surprise
no one experiences none of it
common stories that do not bother us anymore
because they are too plain
all ruggedness accepted
with resignation
like
it is fair and we did nothing about it
there is no saving
plan