
This poem delves into the chaotic and fragmented thoughts of a person in a state of heavy intoxication, portraying the world as a shifting, distorted landscape viewed through a kaleidoscope of emotions. It explores themes of disorientation, vulnerability, and the search for fleeting moments of clarity within the haze.
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The room breathes, or maybe it's me,
expanding, contracting, a drunken sea.
Floorboards tilt like a carnival ride,
and laughter echoes, nowhere to hide.
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Words swim loose, unanchored and free,
slipping from my tongue, not quite me.
Each syllable a bubble, iridescent and frail,
popping on the air, leaving only a trail.
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Is that music, or just the blood in my ears?
A throbbing pulse that amplifies fears,
or maybe it's joy, a reckless abandon,
a forgotten melody, a tattered old canon.
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Faces blur, morphing, then fade,
ghosts of memories, a masquerade.
Did I say too much? Did I reveal too little?
The questions spin, a maddening riddle.
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A hand reaches out, a comforting touch,
or is it a phantom, meaning so much?
I cling to the moment, a desperate plea,
for a harbor of calm in this turbulent sea.
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There, a flicker of truth, a star in the night,
a sliver of clarity, burning so bright.
Then darkness returns, a velvet embrace,
erasing the edges, leaving no trace.
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Tomorrow will come, with its judgment and pain,
but tonight, I'm adrift in this intoxicating rain.
A kaleidoscope soul, shattered and bright,
searching for solace in the fading light.
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Xavier
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