Friday, October 30, 2009

Aftermath, the first

Darkness' retention lazed, in wait of my dreams,
And I lay in emptiness, within and without.
Across trenches that my mind barely swept,
I now bear the rot of yesterday's doubts.
In adherence to perception though, I will
Drink that wine, I remember its land.
A place to forget, in lieu of solace, I drink
To the world and lessons learned first hand.
Daylight hazed, amid the night it seems.
I wouldn't know, I wouldn't tell lies.
It tastes longer, now with the wine's betrayal,
I still recall being lost in your eyes.