TonicA Poem by Simon WelshNot alcoholism.
Yes and no, I will be crippled either way
living on each starlit stone en route to the place I come to falter Give me a taste of tonic let me breathe again Dragon breath of flame rises from each callous word that falls from your lips I need a taste of tonic so I can see you smile again Feathers on stone, your tears held within I can't tell your mood from the rain that showers over me I want a taste of tonic to take the edge off You annoy me and I take privilege living each dead day as the last never mind the monochrome pretension I'll taste the fabled tonic just to drive you from my mind © 2013 Simon WelshReviews
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