There is sacrifice in every drop I sip
The alcohol burning my guts
draining my brains bit by bit…
My beloved, my ruin corpse
is my love statement to you
Catastrophe and chaos,
the epitome of my life
swirls on the bottom
of a booze glass…
My beloved, you see,
Every sip I take is
to wash the insanity
cuddled between us
Destiny Poets
Uniting and celebrating the best "Writers" and "Poetry" from around the world centred out of Destiny Church Wakefield
This poem’s visceral sense of ennui could easily be from a Harold Pinter play or similar.
Thank you so much, Louis Kasatkin!!!