At The Wedding Of A Niece
...so finally i attended
the wedding
i doubted my ability to
be present
and witness the kissing
couple
sadly i was not touched
thinking about someone
else
whom i think had always
been preoccupied
with anger
i always drink a lot and
eat some more
wanting to damage myself
slowly
dying
if only to forget what truth
lies there
inside that box of
feathers.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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