Poem -

Dipsomania

Dipsomania

River of chaos how it yearns
A wave laments as it churns
Gild sand castles crumble
Amidst this hell, I stumble
Β 
A sip of fiery amber grain
Tip a glass to parched vein
Medicinal tis hair of the dog
Conceal a heart in dusky fogΒ 
Β 
Liquid genie in a mason jar
Cravings granted glazed star
If only for a moment obtained
Before a salutary haze waned
Β 
Cold as ice in whiskey glass
In time this too shall pass
Dipsomania gin and vermouth
Relish a burning truth
Β 
Loathed this endless thirst
Empty bottle tis accursed
It commands and I follow
Paying retribution tomorrow

Β