...so finally i attended <br />the wedding <br />i doubted my ability to <br />be present <br />and witness the kissing <br />couple <br />sadly i was not touched <br />thinking about someone <br />else <br />whom i think had always <br />been preoccupied <br />with anger <br /> <br />i always drink a lot and <br />eat some more <br />wanting to damage myself <br />slowly <br />dying <br />if only to forget what truth <br />lies there <br />inside that box of <br />feathers.<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/at-the-wedding-of-a-niece/
