Drinking Tavern
By Catherine, age 25, England, United Kingdom
A game of cards and thoughts like shards,
Feelings melted into ethanol's nightly dream,
Sparks flame to one name not the same,
As in the light of day,
Another world in a special room,
With a stagnated easiness and nowhere to zoom,
Happiness encircled acceptance and joy,
As the poisons of choice flowed and deploy.
New people and other realms,
Yet with the same kindness,
As a currency sells.
An empty cave away from it all,
Echoing laughter having a ball,
Later on home-bound an immovable grin.
An atmosphere revisited already like home,
A vacuity in a faceless town contained in a dome,
Like a fifty pence piece so sparkly it's kept.
Same heart on a nightfall,
Was this time wind-swept.
