Bloom

May this precious flower bloom in winter.

I have blighted dreams, crippling in nature.

I dream of the drink but in reality,

The mind will wither; and the body will fail.

Complex feelings lost in google translation.

The heart guides true and love doesn’t lie.

I get lost in club lights and banging bass,

But sometimes bitter tears crescendo 

when I go home.

Rumination is cruel resin.

A rose in resin may eventually yellow.

The elixir of life poured from a sober goblet;

Spilt in plenty will resign the resin.

I set aside the goblet once and reclaimed the power.