LOST

illusions are what my eyes perceive,

afloat like bubbles in my booze;

intoxicating,leaving me unhinged.

the words you speak in solemnity,

still,like an earthen vase full of cut flowers;

mum,drowning my soul.

darkness is my lover,

together we cruise;

barefoot. 

I,with the cloak of illusions upon my eyes,

hear not any  word you speak;

Lost in a maze.

©jenh2015