The Bother Poem by RIC BASTASA

there is a bother
and it keeps bothering you my dearest
it is that door where you enter
and then what you find is nothing but darkness
you say hello and what comes back to you
is just an echo

it is not a shallow place
it is a labyrinth
and sometimes you suspect
that with its hollowness it can be
nothing but another
cave

in the dark where no one knows you
you begin to wish you were Medusa
turning all those stones into more stones
devoid of feeling
wanting more revenge

even if it has become too
hard and unjust.