The “drinking” age
Coming soon
Couple of hours
Few more minutes
Just mere seconds
What’s this emptiness I feel
Maybe I need a drink
Best believe I will not do that
I can not even fathom
The deadly taste against my lips
Toxic liquid down my throat
Acidic streams fill my body
Depleting the energy I adore
Here it comes
Buzz sensation, imbalance movement,
Frustrated thoughts, regurgitation
And slur of my words
How can I be in peace?
To maintain my decorum
I will pass the flammable liquid
I am surprise I am not encased in fire
My thoughts are to be admired
This freakish concoction
Is not for my consumption
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem