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Convictions of the bottom of this bottle
My eyes are always open ,feeling blind when im awake,As I lay me down to sleep i dream of drowning are they fake?Am I drowning in another bottle just like yesterday?Feeling enslaved by the thoughts of facing another day.Today im not defeated .Freedom is the choice I make.
My actions speaking loud words of indifference.
Speaking lies to myself but i know my inner truth.My heart holds the key to showing mind the real proof. When will this stop what can I stand to lose?This question drowned by the bottle as I drink to gather clues.
I know that its the problem but it feels to hard to face.Life leaves me hungry for freedom that all familiar taste.
I pray to god to somehow stop.But I override these feelings as I quickly pop the top
.Praying for change of heart,is my freedom worth enough,or am I only a joker waiting for god to call my bluff.
As conscious choices cloud my head,conviction fills my heart.I see my life begin to rain, like a rainbow in the dark.
When the sun rises up I'm hoping I'll awake to Drown myself in sorrows one more drink I think I'll take.
Will I give in too the system as the reaper will be waiting?Is life in prison worth me stressing as im contemplating,why do I know right from wrong but keep procrastinating?I ponder on these questions silently debating?
The answer to these questions are enscribed on my soul ,whispering to my heart to let my mind go.
Careless whispers go unheard my soul weary of all the talking,Prison listens in the midst of my mind its always stalking.
When will I chase freedom when will my heart coincide ,with my mind as it directs my body to finally chase my life?
The questions my mind asks my soul trying to gain back control.When will my life be settled and finally stop its roll?
My heart sheds a tear already knowing the answer.Addiction of my mind im sick like a body filled with cancer.When the bottles gone recovery will be my answer.
Looking to life for chemo so I can finally cure this cancer.I thank god for all these questions to which he gave the answers.
My actions speaking loud words of indifference.
Speaking lies to myself but i know my inner truth.My heart holds the key to showing mind the real proof. When will this stop what can I stand to lose?This question drowned by the bottle as I drink to gather clues.
I know that its the problem but it feels to hard to face.Life leaves me hungry for freedom that all familiar taste.
I pray to god to somehow stop.But I override these feelings as I quickly pop the top
.Praying for change of heart,is my freedom worth enough,or am I only a joker waiting for god to call my bluff.
As conscious choices cloud my head,conviction fills my heart.I see my life begin to rain, like a rainbow in the dark.
When the sun rises up I'm hoping I'll awake to Drown myself in sorrows one more drink I think I'll take.
Will I give in too the system as the reaper will be waiting?Is life in prison worth me stressing as im contemplating,why do I know right from wrong but keep procrastinating?I ponder on these questions silently debating?
The answer to these questions are enscribed on my soul ,whispering to my heart to let my mind go.
Careless whispers go unheard my soul weary of all the talking,Prison listens in the midst of my mind its always stalking.
When will I chase freedom when will my heart coincide ,with my mind as it directs my body to finally chase my life?
The questions my mind asks my soul trying to gain back control.When will my life be settled and finally stop its roll?
My heart sheds a tear already knowing the answer.Addiction of my mind im sick like a body filled with cancer.When the bottles gone recovery will be my answer.
Looking to life for chemo so I can finally cure this cancer.I thank god for all these questions to which he gave the answers.
Published 17th Dec 2016
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18th Dec 2016 10:37pm
As a recovering alcoholic of 10yrs with a relapse in between I find your poem has helped with my recovery
A A has changed my life my problem doesn't lay at the bottom of the bottle it lays at the top as long as I don't take that first drink one day at a time I'm safe
Hope you've found the answers God gave you take csre
A A has changed my life my problem doesn't lay at the bottom of the bottle it lays at the top as long as I don't take that first drink one day at a time I'm safe
Hope you've found the answers God gave you take csre
