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Essence of Wine
by Christopher ShinHow easy youth
can be frustrated!
Yet when disappointment
is your only ally,
then fate seems trivial.
Death a step and
bound to youth
so easily in my
own regret.
Intoxicated fluids
drain the last essence
of hope when trust
is taken so cheaply.
Yet what is right when
all the wrong seems to
cloud my only judgement.
When love seems to be
broken hopes of false
ideals.
The witching hour seems so
full of superstition like
the morals of our world.
So I'll stew in my
anger as you treat me
as an ignorant nat.
And hopefully the end
becomes your beginning. 06/10/2005 Posted on 06/11/2005
Copyright © 2025 Christopher Shin
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Michelle Angelini on 06/12/05 at 09:05 AM Your poem has many emotions mixed into its lines -- anger, regret, resignation, but finally new strength. This sounds like an experience you might have gone through in real life. An enjoyable read.
~Chelle~ |
| Posted by Jessica A Steenbock on 08/10/05 at 02:38 AM Hey Chris, I think it is wonderful and how I do feel very much the same..Sorry I have been gone-Jess |
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