Bottomless Pit

Posted: April 6, 2013 in Rhymes

First published  on Wednesday, 19 August 2009 at 10:15

The glass seems like a bottomless pit
Sipping the golden juice from it
Up to the last drop
Extracting, shape shifting.

It goes round, and round, and round
With its melody, a melancholic sound
Every sip kicks out the misery
Gulping to freedom, with tears at times falling down.

Is it yourself, or is it just it,
the one who makes you crave for it?
Misery and bliss, give me that bittersweet
The golden juice from the bottomless pit.

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