Drunken Bride

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    Drunken Bride

     Why do I cry?
    I am the bride,
    too sad to be married
    to the man not my type,
    future does not look too bright.

    Never been drunk my whole life,
    except on my wedding night.
    Empty toasts,
    fake cheers,
    stranger guests made me a drunken bride.

    I hold on to him,
    I feel alone;
    I smile at him,
    I cry alone.
    Hospital is where I was taken,
    I am a drunken bride on my wedding night!

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    Olan01 commented on Drunken Bride

    07-13-2009

    A sad poem of miss matches. I have been there and hope never to visit such a scene again.
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    Optionalsanity commented on Drunken Bride

    07-09-2009

    If it takes alcohol to wash it down you shouldn't be swallowing it. But a very interesting presentation of pain. To use what should be one of the happiest days of her life as a day that requires getting drunk just to get through it. Very good write.
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    jademelissa74 commented on Drunken Bride

    07-09-2009

    There is so much hidden treasure in this poem. I sense feelings of regret, failure, rejection... A woman's true fear. I love the imagery used to create this piece. Great Write Susan! Keep on writing. You really care about poetry. Thank you for sharing that pasrt with this humble writer. God bless!
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    wheelsal commented on Drunken Bride

    06-29-2009

    You have another winner. There is so much left unsaid but it is still something very forced and inhuman.
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    laydbak1 commented on Drunken Bride

    06-14-2009

    This woman is speaking from the duress of being involved in something against her will... The scenario sounds like either a mail-order-bride, maybe a culturally arranged marriage, or perhaps a forced marriage... Either way, the woman has fully squashed her resistance, given up her right to freedom of choice, and reduced herself in self-importance by numbing the whole experience and just allowing herself to become nothing more than a servant to someone else's idea of what's her life is worth... We can only hope that when she sobers up, she remembers the directions to the courthouse for an immediate annulment... A good write... Every single woman should read this before doing something really wrong with her life....
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    susanthewinner

    06/27/2009

    Thanks for your thoughtful comment. Right on! You understood deeper than my writing. Please read all my poems. You are the best critics for all poets. We shall learn something from your point of view. Thanks again sincerely. Susan

    Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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