I reach for bottle and turn the key,
Pour the wine and take a seat,
Between sips of darkness I close my eyes
And slip away into the night.
I've taken nothing into this hell
And know I will gain nothing still
Yet every night I reach again
For bottle that has become friend.
No question solved, no door unlocked,
Embarrassed now, too much to talk,
But I sip away on bitter brew
As though it will make my dreams come true.
Each night is lost to drunken dawn;
Why should I bother going on?
Sunday, March 09, 2014
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