Absolut

  Absolut

The aches and troubles of the world

Pull at their shoulders,

The weak and weary.

They seek solace from problems and turmoils

In a contradiction.

The fire scorches, then pools,

Replacing anger, frustration, grief and worry

With calm.

They drain their comfort to the very last drop,

Then reach for more.

Author's Note

Please don't correct the title, it's meant to be spelt like that