Everyone Under The Same Situation Poem by RIC BASTASA

you are always afraid
to tell anybody that you are dying

perhaps you are simply respecting
them for their mutual silence

you know too well that you are into
the same situation

you are settled upon a conviction that
there is no need

everyone has a way to end living
after having earned

time to believe that after all nothing
is worth the hassle

happiness has become an illusion and
lament and grief have become too real

as forms of dressing up for the
next stable and glorious occasion.