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.
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