That period again, the yuletide! Periods to retro twist your mind. Sober reflections, oh I must mention… the highs and lows, success… sorrows. I made the best of my Christmas day… an opportunity, I reckon, to sleep… or play.
Then came, the call… time for the mall. Great fun for all… was thrilled for sure.
I lodged in a grand hotel in style, to cap the daylong freaky miles. Time for some snacks and drinks; unwind… straight to the pool I went… reclined. Now alone, mind-boggling zone, my head tries retro-life bemoan. I fight it off with tricks I mustered, more drinks, more drinks… Oh what a cluster.
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nice... tiny bit evasive as to how things are taking place and when something changes... but the words flow beautifully the character seems to be a thoughtful person and im kinda jealous of his apparently eventful life. i would love to see more how alchohol and the character and YOU relate... is this a window to your lifestyle, is this a window to your ideal or does this show what your afraid of.... my tutor always says: 'every good story is actually an autobiography'
This is an amazing poem. I was taken in by it. I couldn't take my eyes off of it. A very brilliant poem!