A Bottle In The Hand Poem by Darcy Inwood

A Bottle In The Hand



A bottle in the hand,
He would walk down the street,
The world,
A blurred dream.

But yet,
He reveled in this world,
This atmosphere of nonsensical drama,
A place,
A home,
To escape the problems,
That awaited him in reality.

Some may say,
A life wasted,
Drowned in alcohol,
He would say,
A bliss to the mind.

Saturday, March 31, 2012
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