LIQUOR IN MY SOUL

In my skin

I keep that sweet taste of gin

from the summer we lived in

Beheaded by the wind

In my brain

I keep all those blood stains

from the land it never rains

Beheaded by the fate

And now

I got liquor in my soul

I got dead bugs in my heart

In my mind

I got sour, sour wine

from the fall of 69

the season we went blind

In my lungs

I got heavy, heavy smoke

from the future that we broke

now the gates are locked

But I got liquor in my soul,

I got dead bugs in my heart

Reviews

[Alexandria Reece]

This has such a retro feel to it, I adore it. Everything is very well-put and it's magically lyrical!

[Abdul Batin Osman Bey]

Sad poem but eloquently writing.

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Great poem. I love it.

[J. F. Charleston]

I like this piece alot. It is sad, but very true. The images and feelings came to me as I read.

[Cristina Moldoveanu]

Very, very interesting images. Sad beginning, sad end, I can feel the wounds bleeding. The rhymes create a monotonous melody, another symbol for fall and sadness.