I thought my life was well <br />rounded in a bottle. <br />I was aloof and trampled <br />by the weight of my despair. <br />The canopy of drear was in <br />all the curves of my circumference. <br />It was a blasphemous time and <br />I had no loving God. Just a <br />power that was not dainty, but me. <br />Alone, was my past life. <br />This world was rounded <br />to converge with a fit of <br />jealous rage that I suppressed <br />with a good intoxication. Now, <br />although late in this life, I have <br />those things. I have taken advantage <br />of this life He has given me. With <br />every new breath I take I absorb <br />a gift a new love for my life. <br />I have a chance; a new start. <br /> <br />Copyright 01-03-2009 ©® Sarah Sisson<br /><br />Sarah Sisson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-good-intoxication/
