For those who take refuge in drink
What solace do you seek?
A sort of comfort no man can give
An appeal for peace as sure as I live.
As day wanes and a burning sun sets-
Do you have a choice the spirit you gets?
Surely as night goes on
You stagger, cuss, and moan.
Suddenly, speech makes no sense
Thoughts are unclear, confusing-“You! bitch.”
Speaking out of a dirty hole
Your words as poison-darken my soul.
The devil takes you by the hand
And leads you to that deep, dark land.
Please tell me plain why you’re insane
Hell came too soon-now demons swoon.

Author: Katestrawberry

I am a published author and writer/editor available for hire. I create abnormal, strange, and sometimes slightly erotic poetry. Crazy Girl. Creative Genius.

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