Morning Doubt

I have not the strength to anger away the sadness,

Last night I drank myself into happy,

This morning the physical pain is significant,

Waking from the the dream where she left me.

Here I lay, not wanting to move a muscle,

The hell of my emptiness surrounds me,

Hating my life without her or her love,

Retreating, memories of a wonderful past.

The bed shakes with movement,

I prepare for the onslaught,

What creature stirs beside me?

Is it Death, finally come a calling?

It is her, she came back, I had forgotten,

The smell of freshly brushed teeth,

A kiss panted upon my cheek,

My favorite lips whispering in my ear.

She only has to say good morning,

Light cuts through the pitch black,

And the fury is brushed away,

My skin washed clean and heart mended.

I will rest easy in her loving arms, again.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I really like the use of "anger" as a verb. And I like the use of "Happy" as a noun.

This piece transitions through missing the person, then imagining the person is next to the speaker, to the speaker dying in order to join his mate once again.
I like this writing....and I hate bios as well....pain in the butt when asked to write one...let others talk about us, right?
Your words here speak for you, and quite well.
j.

[John the Baptist]

I can think of much, much worse ways to spend a hangover.