Drunken Nights

I sway to the chatter of trees and whispers of the breeze
Drowning my therapy as it counseled my nerves of distress
I trip into the embrace of the ground and hover painfully near a puddle
As I look at my reflection, a total drunk mess


As the lightning snapped the silence and the rain swam laps in my hair
I hold my bottle like a trophy towards the sky
Now my body feels more free as the Boulder of burdens go aflee
My nerves make love to the poison as I cry


The bottle goes empty and it lays shattered like my dreams
I close my eyes and sing along with the breeze
Then my mind stops running to Hell and gets pampered by tales of fantasy
I look again at the puddle to see that I am wasted and free

Reviews

[Jon R.T.]

I enjoyed your poem thanks for posting

[Nandawula Regine Kabali-Kagwa]

Thank you for reading ♥️