There was a time when
I could forget the world
With a singular sour sip
a chug of burning
and I would no longer have;
to be myself
I'd be a self made champion
a happy hero
all with my trusty dazing sidekick
it stopped
it betrayed me
my stomach got trapped in a whirl
I began to badly hurl
I left my trusty sidekick
Upon my return
Its' lips met mine with a grin
only it didn't work
It lost its magic
the power it had ran out
my once good friend has gone
I am no longer that champion
no longer that happy hero
happy hero
Thursday, 29 December 2016
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