
THE LATEST
January 3, 2012
This is a new poem written about a woman I don't know who I have watched weekend after weekend, depressed over her failing relationship, being hit on, "consoled" and slobbered over by a variety of barflies... Somewhere out there her knight in shining armor is out there, but I doubt that she'll ever stop self medicating long enough to find out... written January 3-4 2012
The Latest
Who will be the latest to console you
the last one alive to hold you
to say the words that unfold you
and helps you dry your eyes
How many drinks can heal you
the warming hands that feel you
the drunken words unseal you
and get you to last call
Its only a hand on your back
Back and forth on your back
A lean in and whispered fact
The warmth and caring that you lack
How many lies confuse you
and men have tried to use you
appease and then abuse you
contribute to your fall
How can I pursue you
rescue and release you
put a truth in a world of lies
and look inside your eyes
And how do you trust
and how do you believe
When is it time to leave
a life of only anger
Once there was only loss
Danger and high cost
Exhaustion and a numbness
A distressful sense of oneness
Call out when you’re ready
When shaky becomes steady
Bleakness pain and sorrow
Can become a bright tomorrow