Glass Bottom

A prophecy?

I hit glass bottom this morning,

glass bottom of the bottle I was nursing.

She left me high,

she left me down,

while she

painted the town.

 

Now I'm crazy 'cause I'm lit,

after glass bottom that I hit.

Now I can't stop the pain,

because I'm totally insane.

She's with a man,

I've done all I can.

With nothing left,

but my empty bottle.

 

Glass bottom is very cold,

very harsh, very dark.

With her gone I can behold,

the emptiness so stark.

 

I'm crazy when I'm lit,

I'll shudder when I quit.

I'll try to stop the rain,

'cause it's driving me insane.

She found a man,

upon my heart left a brand.

Stuck here alone,

with my empty bottle.

 

I hit glass bottom this morning,

it came with a drizzle; yet no warning.

My tarnished soul will never gleam,

thanks to her and Jim Beam.

Author's Note

Written in 1998. I was 18 at the time and had never once been intoxicated. The whole poem seems so eerily familiar to me. Although, this is not exactly the same as the original, most of the lines remain in their proper places. I added new ones for those I forgot and cleaned the old ones up a bit.

Reviews

[HoorayForUnderdog]

This is a great poem...impressive that you wrote this at 18 yrs old. It is always interesting to look back at who we were years ago and think about the journey to who we have become...sometimes we can recognize self-fulfilling prophesys from long ago and wonder how we let them happen. I guess the best we can do is to look at who we are now and try to avoid living out any additional ones that might have a negative impact on our futures.

[Emily Rose]

Oh wow - you really get to the heart and soul of one who is drunk (or, at least I think you do. I haven't been drunk so I don't exactly know). I can really sense the pain of loss in this piece, the sting of remorse and perhaps a bit of embarrassment at being "totally insane" although the lack of restraint comes through clearly as well. I really like the repetition of certain rhymes and the way the lines of that repetition are subtly changed - it's very effective. Nice job on this!

[Becca]

Wow Jeff,
This does read like a prophecy considering what you have been through.
Perhaps we not only are what we eat..but we are what we write?
Oh my...!

[Jane Doe]

A beautifully written poem. So sad, but poignant and full of emotion. I've hit that glass bottom many times in my life, so I can really relate to it.