Giggle

Hey, soul

The frenzy of your write shows the mesmerism of the persona, obviously intoxicated and not in sober mind control.  Someone else, though, is priming her (my decision of feminine gender) over the edge, as if to take advantage of the outcome.

There's an outward frivolity that belies the deeper concerns of vows to be honoured, even amidst the "irrationalisation" of conscious thought.  The punctiliar giggles form a metronome reflective of increasing sedateness; the persona can no longer tell the extent of the error -- as to whether deep (and perhaps shameful) compromise has taken place.

Structurally, I see your alternating line rhymes, even when rhythmically you are more committed to a free-style exposition.  It's almost like rhyme without reason, in the sense that, in the given situation, the frivolity is the rhyme and the intoxication the lack of reason.

Well done!

Sincerely

cab

Thank you for the awesome comment :)

My usual Monday night...giggles are good

Aw noh,  drinking can cause troubles. Your poem is splendid and you deserve kudos for how swell you express. The giggling mentioned shows the nervy hazy state.

Pls pleez do review/ comment/ write your thoughts under my newest poem too.