I open my eyes to a blank white wall,
as I pull my feeble body out of my bed.
My body yearning for the taste of relief,
these bottles, my only chance of peace.
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This poem paints a vivid picture of how we sometimes respond to grief. To most people, alcohol is the safest sanctuary. Nice piece of poetry.