You Are My Drunkenness

You are my drunkenness...
I did not sober up, as if I can do that;
I don't want to anyway.
I have a headache, my knees are full of scars
I am in mud all around
I struggle to walk towards your hesitant light.

by Nazim Hikmet

Comments (3)

Good job, this poem.is enjoyable and is rich in vocabulary
Nicely written. Words that flowed Patricia
There's a lot under the surface of your poems. I like them all although I'm more an iambic pentameter man myself. I rhyme all the time and use assonance once or twice a year Let's have more