Passions in a Bottle

Passions in a Bottle

A Poem by SydneyPseudonym

A poem taken from my tumblr working-for-writing




My muse

Long lost to me.

My immense passion

I open this bottle in his name

I pour a glass in his honour

I sit alone in his dull absence

I become wilted out of his light

I drink more to feel whole.

He moves gracefully onward

Without my unskilled blunders

Without the aid of fine wine

That comforts my aching soul.

There is so much more to distract

But in this moment I forget it.

My sorrow becomes my life

For one dreary evening.

My passion comes in the form

Of an empty glass bottle

Of his finest and my worst.

© 2013 SydneyPseudonym

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Added on September 3, 2013
Last Updated on September 3, 2013
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