When the darkness beckons
and the eerie silence settles beautifully
I watch the moon gracefully make its debut in the sky
I snuggle comfortably in my big fluffy chair in the lamp light
Pour myself a glass
Giving a toast to the lives sacrificed
Their blood perfectly chilled over ice
*
A mouthful flows so gracefully down my throat
Leaving delightful hints around the tongue
Ignites an engine in my soul
The beginning of my drunken night
Euphoria, I welcome you
Please take me home
*
My brain functions best in this capacity
Disinhibition drives the flow of my poetic words
A feeling of satiation as those white pages
become filled with black ink and hints of my red drink
There’s no filtering for what oozes out of my finger tips
*
In the morning, I have no regrets
I begin my quest for fresh prey
It’s what my savage mind requires, so every night
I can transport myself somewhere else
Living entirely in the moment
*
The words on the page are a stark reminder
of my drunkenness in all forms
But without blood and poetry
my mind’s ability to create flawless work
would be lost
*
Why would I punish myself by abstaining from such fun?
How much crueler do you think I’d become?
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Thank you for reading! This was poem was first published here.
About the Creator
Ali SP
Ali has found a renewed passion for reading and creating. It is now a form of expression for her– another creative outlet which she works to improve upon.
https://www.instagram.com/art.ismyrefuge/
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