Bubbles - Eliza Quinones '19

In bubbly dream, he saw stars through the night
Stumbling every step he would make
His feelings of loss he would always fight
To ease the pain, another drink he would take
On an endless record his thoughts would play
Of his mistress, who lived by his side
Now cold and heartless she will forever stay
Behind the bubbles he will always hide
One day his vision turned to darkness
Controless, he wandered through all the streets
His brain finally consumed by madness
In a drift with every step he meets
Ghostly white lights he sees while on the bed,
Four days passing by, it’s time to rest his head.