Drink

Have you ever seen Heaven

then turned the other way. Afraid.

have you ever tasted Freedom, then chose a chain.

Blackest of black nights, doesn’t compare to
(it eats color), it is an abyss. ever been there?
so alluring, to disappear.
voices, and voices…of warning.
please, god, don’t you love us.
of course….but the river Lethe tastes
like Fire.
One more sip, just to vanish…
Please, just once, I wish to visit bv
See the angels with twisted wings, fluttering
the mushrooms black…glowing,
and another night in the Faeries realm.
Just to avoid her or him, or them.
God, or whoever, let this be the end.
Had my fill, right?
Have you ever seen Heaven
then got lost in oblivion
Have you ever tasted Freedom
then got chained to a chemical.
I have.
There is a path.

I like pie. Writing poetry for me is all done without editing or pre-thought. Enjoy the dribbles of my mind. :D

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