...so finally i attended
the wedding
i doubted my ability to
be present
and witness the kissing
couple
sadly i was not touched
thinking about someone
else
whom i think had always
been preoccupied
with anger

i always drink a lot and
eat some more
wanting to damage myself
slowly
dying
if only to forget what truth
lies there
inside that box of
feathers.

RIC S. BASTASA

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/at-the-wedding-of-a-niece/