Sangria

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The beats, the music

I want every part of me

to move,

to sway.

But I can't seem to 

stand on my feet. 

I feel heavy. 

Have I put on? 

Or is it the weight of the burdens

placed on me? 

Maybe I am the burden. 

My lips haven't touched a drink

and yet, I'm the most drunk in the room. 

Green, blue, violet

in a loop.

Am I falling asleep? 

Or falling into the abyss? 

All I know

is that it's pitch-black

at both ends. 

So, I keep my lids open.

I'd rather be in the light

that blinds me, 

than in the darkness

that kills me.

This post is a part of Blogchatter Half Marathon 2023.

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