Seeking refuge in alcohol, finding solace in the noise of Iron Maiden
Venky knew he was leading a life of illusion, resorting to Huxley and Dryden
Carrying reminiscences of his Ash in every vein artery and coursing blood cell
He was nothing without her and every minute of her absence was to him a living hell
Ash, his life, his love, his one and only belle
Ash, sans her his life was but an exercise in denial
Courtesy of Sammi Cox Weekend Writing Prompt#105
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That’s cleverly done. I especially like the Huxley and Dryden; nicely at odds with Iron Maiden.