Drink Poem by Anisa Tara

Drink



I take a sip, maybe two
My mind's eye blurs with the thought of you
Another few I am quick to swallow
I beg the bottle to blot out my sorrow
Four becomes six, six suddenly ten
I'm crying beside you on that bench again
One bottle down, still I need more
To leave the island of your dwelling and let you go

Monday, July 18, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: heartbreak,alcohol
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