Bitter Poem by C Jay Caputo

The sunrise,
Which you like to drink your coffee, and smoke your cigarettes to,
Blinds me.
So to those who depend on the kindness of strangers.
A stranger has never been kind to me.
The hopefulness of wondering is it a girl, is it a boy?
Your, 'Gods greatest gift, ' your 'little miracle'
It's some thing I cannot care about and cannot enjoy
The birds that chirp out side, the smell of fresh cut grass by the lawn mower,
It annoys me and aggravates my hang over
Your favorite foods that you always crave, and consume all the time
I chew and spit out because it taste like a raw lime
As you end your day bow your and pray, the pillow on which your head may lay,
As you close your eyes and dream
The wrinkles on my face erase any trace of a happy moment
And I'm haunted by nightmares of every thing I've seen