Lads pouring wine,
Lasses dancing around,
The music hitting my brain.
Alcohol in my veins,
Smokes in my fucked lungs,
The smile on my silly face.
Hot creatures in my sight,
All my plans out of focus,
None of my foes I can heed.
Everyone here is my pal,
Troubles and losses aside,
All my demons off my way.
Hell yeah, it's rapture!
Pop and hip-hop songs on,
I cannot stand still: I move.
Like a strong sorcerer;
This feel heals with sorcery!
It erases my grim with a magic spell.
Crap, I cannot control myself;
Obsession of drinks—
Knocks me down like a heavy punch.
Truth in my heart;
Words at tip of my tongue, and—
All I hid cannot wait to flee my mouth.
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Author:
Pacifique Niyitanga (
Offline) - Published: March 7th, 2022 20:23
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Comments1
I've missed your wonderful writing, thanks for sharing, dear poet
really enjoyed this portrayal
of the limitations
in our chosen, escapism routines...
I was busy with school. Thank you for caring about my works, you're so kind.
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