Bottom of the Bottle

The shape is a bottle as a drunk may see it LOL!

            Its the bottom
                                               of the bottle And
            im all washed
             up No more
               liquid fire
               Left in my
             cup my sweet
              sorrows are
             though staring
                                             me in the eye laughing
                                        because no amount of alcohol
                                  can deny the devils i face the trouble i
                             cause and just for a second, third bottle raised
                           i pause. glass to my lips and a slack jaw grin i think
                               its about time to kick karma in the shin take
                                hold of my life bring on the happy quite
                                   looking at life like its all so trashy
                                     start treating each moment like
                                        a maiden fair then i giggle
      and laugh wondering,
          do i dare? do i
             dare take
                                                 hold of my
        future and fight
                                      , and put down the bottle
  once and for all tonight?

Reviews

[Poetic Beauty]

I love how you choice to write this poem for the group. It turned out quite amazing. It is easy to read and the flow is easy to follow even with the unique writing style you choice. Nice work.

[The Lone Wolf Prose]

I really love this poem. Very clever with the actual form of the piece, which was a delight to read. The flow is very cleverly rendered as well as it the flow is almost like the drunken slurs of a man on the bottle. Very neat piece. Great job! Keep up the good work and look forward to more of your work.
~LW