Vile

[grouchmuffin]

Vile
By A Marrero
1/11/05

The poison
Clouds her mind
So unkind
Why?

Amber liquid
Burning hot
Another shot
High

Little vial
Serves as tears
Loses fears
Cry

Fleeting comfort
Constant pain
Doesn’t gain
Lie

Vile potion
Quickly kills
As she swills
Die

Uncontrolled
Sold her soul
‘Twas her goal
Good-bye

[Elle Rush]

The play on words here is great. The vile- vial....
I also like that it could be anyone's self-deprication.
This is an excellent, well-written and thought-out write.

[PoetOfSerendipity]

I like how the last word in each verse tells the progression... a trail into oblivion. I know too many people who bury their troubles.. My personal favorite method is to stick my head in the sand... I enjoyed this grouchy!!

Mike

[Elle Rush]

oh, grouch muffin.. where r you? LOL.. I miss ya, Cheri!