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Lewis Hyden
Poems
Dec 2018
Scotch
Fire stirs gently
In the depths of my chest.
Hot rocks, rolling
The molten stones down to
My stomach. The
Ache is quelled, substitute
To flame. Piping
Cold nectar, as gold,
Drawing only the
Boldest flames, dragon-like,
From my throat, my eyes,
My thoughts,
Invoked. Strong,
Stirring-gold, brazing,
Golden flames. Quell
The pains of my
Productivity.
Sooth the raw burns
Of my purpose,
Or lack thereof.
A poem about alcoholism.
#31 in the Distant Dystopia anthology.
© Lewis Hyden, 2018
#scotch
#alcoholism
#desperation
#depression
#commercialism
Written by
Lewis Hyden
18/M/London, UK
(18/M/London, UK)
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