Poems ✍️

That sting, that taste, that soul embrace
O you so entice my soul.
I feel your grip so hard and tight
my life you have on hold.

Simmering in this bottomless pit
falling deeper and deeper yet.
This incredulous state I speak with candor
know I'm bathing in a pool of regret.

Southern Comfort, Scotch and Rum
give all the numbing juice to me.
Im a King, I'm a Queen, I'm a blasphemous fool,
yes I'm whatever the alcohol sees.

As the rock turns and truth blatantly unfolds
my demeanor in a moment of sobriety.
I gaze in the pan of truth and stare
acknowledging my dependency on the skirts
and pants of society.

Written by: Melvina Germain
Date: June 3/2015