Alcoholism - Poem by jordan richards
Deep in the bottle I bury my fears
Drain out my sorrows and pour out my tears.
I wish I did not, but resist I cannot when Temptation lies so close at hand.
My liver is mournful, my mind is joyful, but everything outside me is sand.
My mind melts away as schoolbooks vacate with a festively thundering BANG!
This disease is a starving beast that devours us with her rust-colored fangs.
This beast! She seems beautiful from afar
(She's the color of amber, appearing sweet like slumber)
But the fires of the heart cannot be doused by the flames that bellow from the bar.
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