The only joy and consolation-
stored in a bottle,
The voracious thirst yearns for it-
refusing to settle,
The liquid rushes down the ravine-
drenching the desire,
The intoxication spreads like venom-
quenching the fire,
The knot of contemplation turns numb-
detecting nothing,
The slurred words roll of the tongue-
meaning nothing,
The whiff of breath scathes the nostrils-
piercing knife!
The uncontrollable stagger leads nowhere-
rotting life!
The sightless eyes fight back sleep-
for so many days,
The smirk spreads across the sunken face-
as the body sways,
The sand granules stream down-
no more time to borrow,
The being ceases to exist-
drowned in sorrow.
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Very Good poem.But What does Russett Death MEAN.I know Russett means Brown cloth or a baked potato.
Well, i don't know about baked potato, but the "brown" part was right. Russet is defined as a color that is yellowish brown, light brown, or reddish brown.
nicee poem...i remember u showing it to me before, but now dat I read it again, I like it more...
numb out of wonder....
i liked this too....elegantly written,
"To escape from the humdrum existence people call "life", I explore the jungle of my mind. A meandering path, with thoughts as my obstacles. I put aside the smiling face of my mother, snapshots of holidays with friends, lost memories of my childhood... All in an attempt to find answers to my branching questions"
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