A toxic drink ceremoniously sipped
sun rays glistens through the frosted glass
making gleaming every morning
yet, tasting remains so bitter storming

Tainting what comes next in line
no matter how perfect the day,
sweet the sound, lovely the setting
poison’s purpose is never forgetting

The drink rides slowly over lips
turning all to ash while on its way
with just a few swallows
it rips hope from the day

Fears arrive autonomously
lurking in the day repeatedly
as smirking sirens in my ears trilling
do damage, without quite killing

Shouting reasons for regret
for certain pledges not quite met
overall, my inexactitude of being
over what it was I was not seeing

And such provokes this death of joy
a dark liquid swamp of gooey guilt
wrapped in a secret that I must keep
where history remains incomplete