Addicted

For liquid could not save me from the pool I drowned in . . .

Drowning in my bottle is the faint pang of guilt

whispers of faint memories echoing in my eardrums

cursed rain flooding the area within cobble walls built

and thus sprouted an addiction not cured by rum

~

Indeed

I cackled whilst I wallowed in my own sorrow

for others' warnings did not I take heed

choking on enough alcohol to drown in tomorrow

Author's Note

Photo courtesy of rustyfi on Deviant Art.

Reviews

[Baby Ricochet]

Weirdly romantic.Ooh that would be a great Avitar name.

[Forever Hidden]

Very good indeed....

[Ed Hart]

i hope you find other things to write about