To be sober is to be awake,
yet mind asleep, thinking.
A starry haze of intertwined
thoughts communicate, than
dissipate ; unconscious.
For the mind is too powerful
when its awake. It needs to be
poisoned with the mediocrity
of the forbidden liquor.
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Poetrylove poems to strangers i'll never meet; an ode to heartbreak and the bleak divine-ness of it all. All Rights Reserved. Copyright © 2020 by Kate H.
