right now
as they drink,
sweat and eye their
potentially profitable prospects
i sit drunk and alone.
as they take shots
and cheers to a
frivolous hope
i sit drunk and wondering.
does she even know?
the harm is in restraining
my truth.
why can i only picture
tea parties in
gaudy gardens where
women discuss faults
of past loves and encounters?
narcissistic, paranoid,
self-centered and
a possible
sociopath.
i'm tanked with jealousy
reeking and thinking
about what you're not
and what i am....
Dark but lovely with a great flow the last two verses were amazing Nik
wow.....such a heavy heavy poem.....i loved this man.....like a voyeur, upset at the fun going on, but unable to somehow allow yourself to partake.....too hard on yourself though......the final line sums it up, you are down on yourself when you should not be!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I don’t know if the voice of the coward is yours or more of a fictional character but it’s a strong, convicting, enjoyable voice anyway.