A second glass opens up my mind
to darker thoughts best left behind.
Leads me to past thoughts of dread,
spilling out words best left unsaid.
Oh, why do I go down this path,
shouting at him my unhinged wrath?
In his eyes tears of remorse,
yet I continue on this vengeful course.
I know I must put that past away,
the amber liquid says it must stay.
He vows his love will never waver,
yet his sorrow my dark mind will savor.
I am overcome by a wave of shame,
it's time to stop this destructive game.
Let loose the vise that has clenched my heart,
no more cruel words to push us apart.
Amber liquid has caused naught but strife,
has sought to control, destroy my life.
That glass staying empty will set me free,
my content, blessed life will return to me.
June 2014
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