On The Brink Poem by Phil Soar

On The Brink



The odds were stacked against me
As I stood there on the brink
Wishing it was over
And that I could quit the drink
And just as I began to think
I'd overcome the worst
I took a sip of Alcohol
And my anxious bubble burst

Wednesday, February 22, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: alcoholism
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