![]() Passions in a BottleA Poem by SydneyPseudonym![]() A poem taken from my tumblr working-for-writing![]() L. Him. My muse Long lost to me. My immense passion I open this bottle
in his name I pour a glass in
his honour I sit alone in his dull
absence I become wilted out
of his light I drink more to feel
whole. He moves gracefully
onward Without my unskilled
blunders Without the aid of
fine wine That comforts my
aching soul. There is so much
more to distract But in this moment I
forget it. My sorrow becomes my
life For one dreary
evening. My passion comes in
the form Of an empty glass
bottle Of his finest and my
worst. © 2013 SydneyPseudonym |
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Added on September 3, 2013 Last Updated on September 3, 2013 Tags: #poem, #poet, #poetry, #passion, #passionate, #love, #muse, #musing, #depression, #alcohol, #drinks, #theme poetry, #slam poetry, #shape, #spilled words, #teen writer, #inspiration Author
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