Alcohol

The man sat there staring at his doom

The yellow liquid he drank alone in his room

The sun was up, is it too soon?

The alcohol said no, it was his boon

The reality was too hard to take

The alcohol offered a joy that was fake

The man didn’t want to drink

But it was the only way he couldn’t think

After all the pain he’s been though

There was nothing he wouldn’t do

He wanted to slow down and be numb

The alcohol would work and make him dumb

That was good enough for him

He would drink till his senses were dim

Anything to escape the pain

He had nothing to lose, and nothing to gain

He drank one after another till he forgot he was alone

He drank to forget the sins he should atone