Drinking Tavern
By Catherine, age 25, England, United Kingdom
Dimmed lights, no fights, quaint conversation delights,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.