Tears For the Rising Sun
I drank the liquor
With hopes of happiness on my breath.
As the hot liquid
Coated my burning throat,
I licked my lips with a smile
And felt it permeate my veins.
Tingling fingertips kept reaching for that bottle
Until functioning became a chore.
I stumbled into your room
And stepped on your heart.
Though my words were slurred,
They cut like knives at your tender throat.
Choked with blood and tears-
You tried to dismiss me.
Blinded by intoxication and rage-
I swung for everything I was worth.
I tried to kill myself last night.
I took a knife, a razor, and a broken mirror
To my pale flesh.
Screaming your name,
But not able to reach you-
I collapsed with exhaustion.
Early this morning I awoke,
With blood on my lips
And thirst in my mouth.
It was almost dawn.
I wrapped myself in blankets
And bare-footed, I was out the door.
Down the road there was a stump
With a wide view.
I sat this morning
And watched the sun rise-
Peeking from behind the mountains,
With its beautiful colors stretching across-
Kissing every cloud
As if to say good morning.
And as I sat,
A speck in the middle
Of all this greatness,
I thought to myself-
I almost missed all of this.
Copyright © Kristy Baer | Year Posted 2005
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