Drunk With Ideas
In my veins flows ink and verse,
I was born with words to rehearse,
My blood, a symphony of rhyme,
My heart, a rhythm all the time.
When sober, my mind is sharp,
My pen dances with each harp,
But when I'm drunk, my spirit flies,
The ideas flow like a stream that never dies.
My muse is a bottle of wine,
With every sip, I enter a new line,
I write of love, of pain, of joy,
Each thought a treasure, no need to deploy.
For in my blood, poetry reigns,
My soul sings with each refrain,
I'm a poet born to make hearts weep,
My words a lullaby for those who sleep.
Let me drink, let me be free,
For in my drunkenness, I'm the key,
To a world of beauty, a world of art,
A world where words can heal a broken heart.
©Otieno Elvis Gikoi
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