Thursday, July 25, 2013

The Bottom of the Glass

There's a care-free - care-less? side of me that pours the wine
And toasts to you - to us. We are happy. But there is also a side -
- an exposed nerve that is struck with each can's opening crack
Burdened memory begs, "Are things as good as they seem?"
I hastily gulp my wine to drown the doubt. I say I'm fine. 
We? are? fine? Logical Thinking looks for a way out, 
Edges of the lies stab from the inside-out
My breath reeks heavily of doubt
Another glass tells me it's okay
The pain pretends to go away
can't help 
but maintain
every reminder from a sopping wet past.
There is no way out from the bottom of the glass.