Back In the Bottle

A drinker, a smoker, a gambler
A fool to have thought he had changed
A moment of normal existence
Too much for the daft and deranged
The sobering sharpness of boredom
Has cut his resolve dead in two
He always ends up
Down at the bottom
Back in the bottle with you



A futile attempt at redemption
He tried to be good but he failed
Too weak to fight off the temptations
When life's bitter trials assailed
So useless to live in denial
Though that was the best he could do
He always ends up
Down at the bottom
Back in the bottle with you



So lets raise a glass, you're his God
You demon of bourbon and lust
We'll offer a toast to stagnation
Deceit and betrayal of trust
Come see as his world falls to pieces
It's all just a question of when
And watch him end up
Down at the bottom
Back in the bottle...

Again

 

Rakerman

Reviews

[A.M. Everlasting]

Wonderful poem. I could sit, as I read, and imagine the man struggling with his addiction, only failing in the end. Your style, as I've noticed, is very unique and I very much enjoy reading your poems. They flow seamlessly from line to line, stanza to stanza. In this poem, particularly, I liked how you made the end of each stanza the same, then changed the last one to ring with more finality. Thanks for the read.

[Sheila Marie Carr]

A very sobering eye opener, I like your style and your way of relaying an addiction into poetry, it was so smooth and a great job

[Chloe Madison Taylor.]

Very well written.

Centering a poem sends automatic messages to the readers, however. Bad ones I've been told.