Suction

Poem By Michael Heraly

A tug, a pull from the inside
And the outside as well
A soul begins to divide
And collapse in on itself

Wealth, love, drunk and sober
Which way, which direction
When the collection is over
What is there to offer?

Some scoffers, some saints
They both paint a pretty picture
Both self-portraits
In a world full of liquor

Which way, which direction
Can a suction pull, how far
Can it go, how deep is the power
Like a rising or falling star

A world full of liquor
In which we can win or lose
Which way, which direction
It's your intoxication to choose

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