Who's Hungry for Some Poetry?

Confessional poem? Mmmm, sounds delicious. Feast your eyes, and heart, on my latest poem. I wrote this after a few too many glasses of Riesling...but as the wine flows, so do the emotions. As they say, "Writing is easy - you just open an artery and bleed."

I think I’ll stay in bed today,
And hide beneath my quilt,
Can’t force a smile,
Or fake denial,
No, today…
I sleep with guilt.

I think I’ll cry alone today,
And let each tear drop stain,
The pillow that sinks into my face,
Salty shots of self-disgrace,
Today, I taste my shame.

I think I’ll wear your shirt today,
Drench my skin with your sweet scent,
And just like a martyred masochist,
I’ll torture my heart, and reminisce…
Today, I wear lament.

I think I’ll drink cheap wine tonight
Until my heart numbs; forgets,
The taste of your lips
On the small of my hips
Today, I kiss regret.

I almost saw the sun today,
Almost, and yet, not quite,
He peaked and peered,
Then disappeared,
And sank into the night.

I almost laughed aloud today
The sound felt faint, and weak,
But that smile, while brief,
Soaked up the grief,
Saturated cheek to cheek.

I think I’ll try to wake today
But sun, I feel so weak…
“My dearest friend,
Come take my hand,
And as we rise,
You’ll understand,
The strength you’ve been
So desperate to find,
Already dwells within your mind
Time moves slow,
But, it’s on your side,
Each day will bring
More hope, new light,
Don’t suffer in silent solitude,
Turn to friends for fortitude,
They’ll remind your
Heart just how to laugh,
And with time,
You’ll learn to grasp,
The wisdom tucked beneath the blue
With sadness, with pain,
Comes focus and view,
Next time your heart feels
Punched to death
Hang on tight, and
Take deep breaths,
My child, open your wounded eyes…
You’re stronger than you realize.