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Thinking about my drinking history
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DRUGS N SUCH
Love of my life displayed as a mirage-
Multicolored peacock feathers flaunt
Feverishly upon the screen of dreamlike
Patterns which seem to stream from
Still intricacies, enticements alluring.
Unseen unfurling sails of a solemn ship
Dread avast rocking horizon whitecaps.
The mermaids pose, who lay so scathed
Voluptuous hips with pearl-green scales
As they flaunt their tails with flips
And call to me with red, whispering lips
So that I may tell them my own...
With a kaleidoscope of
With a kaleidoscope of imagery, you certainly captured the tumultuous journey with all its "Still intricacies, enticements alluring" and that femme fatale of escape that calls "with red, whispering lips". Your metaphorical sorcery is amazing!
For me, alcohol was a merciless tyrant, and I find the battle preferable to the bondage. I can absolutely relate to your depictions in this stunning tapestry. Powerful stuff.