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Tip of the glass
Tipping the bottle
the sharp taste
rolls over your tongue
A burning sensation
as the poison makes its way
towards your stomach
Drowning in it
killing its victim slowly
the pain lessens
or merely gets clouded
as does the mind
The heavy thoughts
the burdens
the tears
Become shadows
and then pool together
No dreams
no deeply furrowing thoughts
only the darkness
Downward
plummeting into unconsciousness
reaching the bottom of the bottle
The morning comes
pounding head
reintroduced thoughts
the sorrow of life
come back into the picture
A new day
a new bottle
Same bottom
until the end
the sharp taste
rolls over your tongue
A burning sensation
as the poison makes its way
towards your stomach
Drowning in it
killing its victim slowly
the pain lessens
or merely gets clouded
as does the mind
The heavy thoughts
the burdens
the tears
Become shadows
and then pool together
No dreams
no deeply furrowing thoughts
only the darkness
Downward
plummeting into unconsciousness
reaching the bottom of the bottle
The morning comes
pounding head
reintroduced thoughts
the sorrow of life
come back into the picture
A new day
a new bottle
Same bottom
until the end
Published 16th Mar 2016
| Edited 27th Mar 2016
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26th Mar 2016 2:54am
I think you capture the essence of that whole experience with a great dose of realism. A dose that many, many, many people self-prescribe as an escape. I can certainly relate to a poem like this. Thank you for writing this poem.
27th Mar 2016 11:16pm
Beautiful approach
Despite the warning in the end ,it made me thing if only I had some
Despite the warning in the end ,it made me thing if only I had some
