Wine

The wine is working
Unpromising and slowly serving it’s purpose
It’s like to almost be keen
A desirable poison for better or worse

How much more will it take?
Forever amusing to never know
I can feel olden emotions newly awake
For that tomorrow to nevermore show

As I learn to love wine…
As I start to hate all else
No more is the measurement of life to find
Evermore is the growing embodiment of oneself

I can but will not control yet
The rise and fall of my self indulgence
I will but cannot yet make
The realities of dreamful moments

I am loving the toxic nature
If it’s harmful… I wouldn’t stop
I am my mind’s wining departure
Serving my life who I am not
……………………..

Genre: Self
Song: Farrucae

selfrhyme

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