Poisoned Potion - Poem by L.. Lawliet
As I fix my collar and the straining tie.
It feels as if I would choke and die
The black suit that’s on my shoulder
Is feather light yet heavy as boulder
time has played its trick on me.
Too soon I thought for me to be
At the last stop of my childish dreams.
As my life flowed like mountain streams
I met and faced the endless ocean
I picked up the glass with pure emotion
The shaking hands have tipped the brim
Hear the angels with their heaven’s hymn.
And the devils with their sweet temptation
This sacred ritual of the poisoned potion
Can not be undone to seek redemption.
This is the holy water that shall bless my determination
This is the foul poison that shall kill my young ambition
The first drink I had.
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