Olawale Owoeye

April2,2008 - Nigeria
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Voice Of a Drunkard

I'm highly Intoxicated!
This lovely liquor that keeps killing me dead

I'm high!
One becomes two, my heart can fly

The vast road turns narrow
And angels flying in, calling my name with sorrow

Eagles hunt my apartment,
My room is like a mountain of transfiguration with its enchantment

The chair I sit in cooks me;
Too hot like summer's breath and I flee

Rapture has begun in my room, so soon?
But will a drunk make heaven?

I'm empty but filled!
So sad, till the bottle of water of my eyes spilled

I'm fainting for the alcoholic wine
I've been gulping is..... Water!

I'm dying by the emptiness of my
Stomach before drinking die

I have no food to eat,
But I have water to drink
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