Mikal Arnold

Rookie - 282 Points (27/11/1941 / UK)

Drink - Poem by Mikal Arnold

I am lifted from reverie
To see beyond horizons of my soul
In a place that has no place on earth.

I improvise my thoughts
And at risk of driving myself mad
Open my eyes wide.

A renaissance confronts me;
Random figures-naked- walk before me.
Are they Gods, the beautiful people

Dining on ambrosia,
Existing in pockets of sun
Within verdant pastures?
Have I been transported here?

I wrestle with a haze of thoughts,
Hoping to ignore the truth.
Drink has raped my mind once more.

I am ensnared in this filthy doorway,
My few belongings beside me;
My world is controvert and dark.
I pick up my bottle.

Topic(s) of this poem: despair

Form: Free Verse


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, October 31, 2015



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