English: An absinthe of light (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Drunken revelry submerges
Discontented, lost regret
Lest from a deeper well emerges
Images we’d best forget
Party bonhomie is cloying
Yet it still may have its charm
All these strategies deploying
Save us from unspoken harm
Resting peaceful in a slumber
As intoxication wanes
While you’re neither name nor number
Absinthe running in your veins
Deep avoidance, oft repeated
Running from the past of you
Yet no demons are defeated
No salvation coming through
Drunken revelry is lying
Fibs you can escape your soul
In delusion, truth defying
As addiction eats you whole
(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved
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Isn’t that the truth though!
🙂 🙂
…I love absinthe. Though don’t drink it to that point.
🙂 Thank you!! 🙂
This is a very telling piece – my father was an alcoholic – he eventually killed himself with hard liquor and beer. i never asked why he did it, what he saw or how it made him feel, but I could imagine it made him feel something wonderful until the point where it no longer was and then became like a devil disguised as a beautiful mistress. Reality becomes delusion which becomes reality – in death.
Thank you, yes, very true of addiction.