Drunken Revelry

English: An absinthe of light

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

About helenvalentina

Like most people, I have a number of sides to me. The most interesting one probably emerges through my writing, hence this blog. I love to read, and also to write, and so this is a way to share both.
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6 Responses to Drunken Revelry

  1. ioniamartin says:

    Isn’t that the truth though!

  2. Paul Davis says:

    …I love absinthe. Though don’t drink it to that point.

  3. words4jp says:

    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.

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