Dedicated To Sobriety

I never saw the light Until I stopped that night. Bottle in my hand I had to take a stand. Waking up each morn Wishin I’d not been born For the pounding in my head Repeatedly said, “Even though it’s morn You don’t have to ignore The wanting from your lip Just have another sip.” I never saw the light Until I stopped that night. Bottle in my hand I had to take a stand. Sad I could not recall Sobriety at all. Last time I remember Maybe 2 years ago November? A sickness of the mind A daily, suppressing grind. A slave to utter madness Creating tangled messes. Bottle in my hand I had to take a stand. I never saw the light Until I stopped that night. *Dedicated to my sobriety*