One More Glass


One more glass
Merlot flowers the imagination,
Brazen thoughts arise with the aroma,
Emotions overwhelm with each sip of the nectar.
Words appear where there were none.
To spill words on paper is more empowering
Than to spill tears in a burgundy flute.

One more glass
Fades your influence
Your false power an illusion
The opaque wall of servitude clearing
No longer overwhelmed by your emotional poverty
A life recreated where it once had disappeared
Confluence of my past and future arise from your ashes

One more glass
The bottle empty
Vapid of false confidence
The flute lay wasted on the table
I will arise victorious with the light of a new day
You will be but a petrified memory
Bleached and weathered in the history of my mind.

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