Another Bottle Down

A poem about an alcoholic

Another bottle down,

you think you'll forget.

The pain never leaves,

but hides itself from the inevitable. 

You prolong what's coming,

because you know it hurts.

It magnifies the evil

that resides in your heart.

Another bottle down

and you begin to become angry

at anyone or anything around to listen,

but you don't mean to spew hatred,

yet it's the only way you know,

and the only way you've lived

to relieve the pain

that haunts you day by day.

Another bottle down,

and you start to cry.

This life is swallowing you up

and burying you alive

with the fear and desperation

you've learned to tolerate.

Another bottle down,

and you fall asleep

plagued by dreams that tell a story

of a girl that knows no worry,

finds peace simplistically,

until the moment your eyes open

and long for another bottle down

to forget the regret

of the night before

of the previous bottles downed

that remind you of years before,

filled with more bottles downed,

forcing the realization

that you no longer remember a time

without another bottle down.

Reviews

[Dhaye]

Alcoholism. Addiction. Dependence. How long will you make a bottle down just to forget something?

The ending still reflects that there is a realization.

Nice poem. Sort of reflection.