SoulReserve

Pour

At the bottom of the bottle,
spiritless and empty;
My uncorked soul,
with its spilled memories;
The countless cracked glasses,
filled and unfilled;
Some blood red poison,
now trickling,
hiccups and silence;
Glazed eyes drowning in surreal dreams,
everything, a little blurred,
a little bizarre,
a little out of reach…


And thoughts of you circling,
the confused mind;
like ice
floating on amber liquid;
Unsteady hands
bringing you closer,
with each sip
drinking you up;
Until
a heavy throbbing ceases
my escape,
and you are lost to me,
again…

© SoulReserve 2015

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