Libre

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I drank a glass full of light
It was cold, bitter even
There was something in it
So unforgiving
A lingering aftertaste
Of truth, I suppose
Harsh
Seared my throat
as I swallowed
It burned
But the enlightenment left me awake
And weak
Limbs trembling in realisation
Sudden and bleak,
That I’d been altered permanently
And eventually, I’ll be alright
But I’ll never be able to go back
To drinking sweet lies

Libre

©CM
02.12.2016

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11 thoughts on “Libre

  1. Great poem – love the metaphor

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  2. A very good poem. Thanks for sharing!

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  4. PapaBear says:

    The magic in that drink was life, Cookie. Have another one on me ! 🙂

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  5. Madsies says:

    Cheers to that! 😀

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