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....
Floyd Crenshaw
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/coward-9/
