The Indifferent Road.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

when she was slapped
she did not react
of course the humiliation
is greater than the pain
she did not mind
at all

she continues her chores
all the days have same faces
she rests for a while and
reflects on these sad events
sits on the stairs and looks
over the road
still waiting for that love
to come back and save her

it will be years and years
and she may die ahead of him

the room of the house is getting
narrower everyday of the year
hope is her railing and she is
as patient as the hands of the clock
in order not to stop

the good will always triumph
suffering will be rewarded
and all the lonely people
shall have rooms reserved
in heaven: the reasons are
too many, ...yes too many

she did not notice sometimes
how she falls asleep on the stairs
overlooking the indifferent road.