Wine

Sweet as the liquid touched my parched lips,
Surely sweet to the taste,
With every tickle of warmth
Of that potion
A charm.

With every sweetness
Comes a bitter after taste,
And the bitterness comes from within,
As the poison of the snake
Drips from within
My soul burned in passion
Of wrong intent.

My vision blurred,
And so is the mind,
With my physical dysfunction alike,
And with slurred words and unreasoned soul
I bid you my goodbye.

And my wine by my side
I offered it as a counseling friend
All this time I believed,
But now as the scythe of death
I was within its grips I saw once again
With vision cleared
I went down to drunkenness to my own accord
And lost every thing I keep.