That sting, that taste, that soul embrace
O you so entice my soul.
I feel your grip so hard and tight
my life you have on hold.
Simmering in this bottomless pit
falling deeper and deeper yet.
This incredulous state I speak with candor
know I'm bathing in a pool of regret.
Southern Comfort, Scotch and Rum
give all the numbing juice to me.
Im a King, I'm a Queen, I'm a blasphemous fool,
yes I'm whatever the alcohol sees.
As the rock turns and truth blatantly unfolds
my demeanor in a moment of sobriety.
I gaze in the pan of truth and stare
acknowledging my dependency on the skirts
and pants of society.
Written by: Melvina Germain
Date: June 3/2015
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem