No More For The Road Poem by Matthew Holloway

It's a struggle now
To not reach for the bottle
Pour a shot or down a beer
Forget the glasses
There's little time for that
It's an impulse, urge
To drink away it all
Thoughts and feeling
Drown those bastards together
They will come back
They always do the swines
Picking away at my soul
Cutting into my heart
But I must be strong
That's what I am constantly told
Be strong, stay sober
But who needs that pain
When it can be numbed for an hour
A night or a day just gone
In the raise of a bottle
The hit of the drink
I am trying for myself
At least I believe I am
But what awaits me now
When it's all over
And I'm dry and well
A almost good rounded human being
That end awaiting me
I can't see it right now
Yet somehow I must keep going
I'll struggle and solider on