Cycle of wine, drowning in vile
Constantly juiced
never sober
I remember my
first drink, how it felt.
The first sip, my
first kiss with Dionysus,
Burning my throat,
warming my belly;
Drowning out the
petty rubbish.
Take me far. Into
a world I won't remember.
Nothing here is
worth my memory anyways.
So I will settle
with my second love;
For the first left
me to break like a smashed clay pot.
Let him tell me
the secrets of booze,
Whisper sweet
nothings of pure unadulterated intoxicating love
Give me his higher
education,
Journey me to the
land of inebriation.
Don't you judge
me.
We all need coping
mechanisms
You have God, some
have Porn
Some Weed, I have
my bottles
Let me be
inundated in mine.
For when the night
comes my lover will be here to
Send the demons
running and
Lock my floodgates
of pain.
For when dawn
arrives.
I will be able to
face it, red eyed and emboldened.
With alcohol
flowing in my veins.
Ms Oyaghire
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