Balance

15 Jun 2000

This pallid, insipid, creature
weeping over happiness
like a drunk after its last binge
forgetting the bitter bile of the aftermath
and painéd to see others
swilling at the bottle of life.


Wailing emptiness
that has no sound
but the tears that rain in torrents
and send her crashing toward 
this outpouring,
that eases some daemon
slamming ‘gainst her heart.


Wretched emotions
boiling from some forgotten cauldron,
witches brew bringing bitter pain
and gagging feelings,
so sickly sweet with regret
and this ugly loneliness.


Can health be found in these wailing feasts
that crash onto my heart with little warning
and leave me distraught and bereft 
for moments,
yet pass to leave me bewildered 
and again in balance?


© 2000, Tara Tambolleo