Half past mortality

 

 

  

 

Casualties of champagne

Disaster calling

Damaged Labyrinth

Inebriation-dying Inside

Name me-call, I may

My dark disparity

 

Essence aura

Said to sure an infancy

My fidelity finite

Escape cast of night

Temporarily, barley

Physically I survive the scourge

Inside however, my soul

Crumples, burns and dyes

 

Reviews

[Shadows of Sight]

While Spirits (alcohol) can be a nice release everyonce in a while. Prolonged use for the wrong reasons can destroy someone.
I believe your poem captured that essence very well.

I'm not sure if it was the way you wrote it, or just a quirk in the posting process, but the print seemed to get smaller towards then end. It added a wonderfull image of someone shrinking into oblivion with the assult of to much to drink.

Wonderful poem! :)

would you mean barley as barely, and dyes as dies? I felt those were the more appropriate words to what I can see is the message.

Great choice of words and rhythm, this is a good piece.