Innocence kept so long
But so easy to prong
Who gives the right to steal
With just one spiel

Opened to the power of sound
The dark side of the mound
Incisions, gloomy days, and acting
A complete flop in understanding

Could the mind just have been prey
To another soul in the fray
Or just at the wrong place
In front of the wrong face

It mustn’t be anyone but their fault
They deserve no exalt
But can repercussions be made
Or just let the feelings fade

Slowly creeping into the light
Set apart from the constant trite
The lightest feeling in the heart
So light it felt like an art

Never needing to touch
Just a taste of wine: it wasn’t much
But the year wound down
The feeling to drown

Long summer days spent pacing
With a heart racing
Unable to communicate
Only able to contemplate and cultivate

Just a dial could have changed it all
But a mind caused it all to fall
A year anew with tension rising
Climaxed with a sign of balking

You come into my life like a fine wine
Tasting so sweet it warms the bloodline
A euphoria that comes to empower
Coming to the last hour

But the wine drank too fast
Overwhelms hoping not to be last
When the clock begins to ring and nettle
Not quite time and yet the effects have settled

A dependence not known until put on the spotlight
And a change in behavior seen as contrite
Could it have been a fatigue to blame
Or was the wine just the fuel to the flame

Burning, in an unidentified state
But nevertheless arrives a spate
Wishing to drive away the light
With a fear of being benighted

Now obscured
But still inured
Savored
But uncured