Its 5 o'clock somewhere

The feeling of the drink sliding down my throat
helps me to cope w/ everything in my mind
My drink now consumed, it's time for another
 the one thing that used to help
is gone no-where to be found
 So I'll  drown my sorrows, the pain,the fear
in a wonderful tasting drink
No not beer
something stronger is needed for me
You used to see`n believe the things I see
`n you felt the feelings so deep within
Now you look at me w/ indifference
My shields down, where can I turn that I havent been
No where is safe, no one is safe
not even me

I used to fight the demons
Now I just plead w/ them " leave me "
My drink almost gone, it's  time for last call
Not ready to leave ,
needing just a little more release
I look at the bartender whisper such sweet things
He gives me another, locks the door`n cleans
while I get my release in this drink he's poured just for me
Sitting there staring in the dark 
feeling as though everything has finally disappeared
I'm ready to depart
He looks at me smiles that greatful smile
Say's "my darling girl I'll see you after while"
"not this time" I tell him
My release finally found nothing has been more clearer
As I now lay it all down
Thank you my friend thank you for everything
for the timing I needed to find the very end

I walk this walk as I've walked it before
Don't miss me my sweet friend as I walk out this door

Reviews

[Robert Luna]

Very interesting piece. The hold that a drug like booze can have on a person is mind numbing to a point in which you lose the person that you ever were. I have walked down that road and found myself heading down again a few times. But always having the insight to see it within myself and stopping before it gets to far gone.

Really enjoyed this and the message behind it.


Great JOb!!!!!

[Tamme]

I like how lyrical this sounds... Good write.

[Kelly A. Brown]

Wow----that was so amazing.