The bottle has won

Another poem focused around my battle with addiction.

The end of the bottle

The last golden sips

The last drop of numbness

As it passes my lips

I’m in heaven for a while

So safe and secure

Like nothing can hurt me

It’s all part of the cure

That feeling used to last me

A long day or two

Now it barely makes it 

‘til the morning dew

A bit of me wants to stop

But the drink has won

The bottle has my soul

There’s nothing to be done

Author's Note

Thank you for reading x

Reviews

[JMaster1]

This is so brave of you to open this pain here , you didn't try to make easy or nicer than it is , addiction is very hard to handle , good job

[Quinn]

Thank you it is harder than I thought it would be.