🌿Wonder
Drunken Nights
Nanda Regine
I sway to the chatter of trees and whispers of the breezeDrowning my therapy as it counselled my nerves of distressI trip into the embrace of the ground and hover painfully near a puddleAs I look at my reflection, a total drunk messAs the lightning snapped the silence and the rain swam laps in my hairI hold my bottle like a trophy towards the skyNow my body feels more free as the Boulder of burdens go a fleeMy nerves make love to the poison as I cryThe bottle goes empty, and it lays shattered like my dreamsI close my eyes and sing along with the breezeThen my mind stops running to Hell and gets pampered by tales of fantasyI look again at the puddle to see that I am wasted and free
— Nanda Regine
From “Inside Her Roses”