Vivo Sadek Poet Free verse

My Precious Whisky

Pour in my melancholic depth 
Touch my heart as you immerse into each vein
Expose my sorrow as my shaking hand leans on my bosom
Make me vomit my sentiments by concrete tears 
Drench me with sparks of your power
Peel my inner side then drift along to my cold fingers
Make my curved fingers open wide and scratch my heart
For, such scratch will obtain its blood
Lead this blood to pour and manipulate the ink
Blended together...
United together to etch the anguish
Heal my wounded glass
Become the very cure!
Become the lightning within the depth of such alcoholic wretched ice
Ice cradled by tyrannical flames
Tyranny… aroused by starving sentiments
Sentiments that no one has ever witnessed
No one has ever felt
No one has ever healed!
You…You are my glorious therapy
I... I yield for sacrifice as I deeply praise your very love…
It is your love my precious whisky…
          Vivo Sadek

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Gabe Shelly June 16, 2013 at 11:50 AM I hope your just using this poem as a metaphor for something else as I know your last poem you were hurt deeply-- turning to the bottle is a quick fix, not a solution. Anyway, your descriptions are very good yet complicated. I'm not very smart so I tend to get lost sometimes, but I do feel the deep, dark emotions that can only come from great pain. I will say this though-- if you are talking about the liquid and not the action, you misspelled the word as you left out the "e" second to last.