That First Sip Poem by Ashley Stone

The taste rarely leaves your lips
Of your first gulp of your first drink
But you rarely realize it
Because it's the first time you've used this drug to swallow the pain already inside
With each gulp your true pain is buried a little deeper inside until you can't stop digging

With the first night you see nothing wrong
Til you walk with a limp
And speak with a lisp
All because you couldn't say what was wrong
Now as you sit you can lick you lips and feel the sting,
Taste the taste of your first drink
A scent that now lingers as you think back and remember how harmless it use to be
When you could control all that you wanted to be

Your first taste of your first gulp of your first drink
Is forgotten all too quickly
but your last taste of your laste drink is all you can remember now as you promise yourself you're on the straight and narrow

Just remember the first taste of your first drink
It probably wasn't too sweet
You were curious an anxious and tried it and probably didn't like it
But through time you grew accustomed to the taste that has now stained your lips
Always leaving you anxious for the next sip

oh the dangerous than can be caused from that first sip of the first gulp of liquor you ever taste..........