Oh Whiskey

Oh whiskey.Why have you come here tonight? What door was opened for you to enter? Leave!So I may not taste your cruel delight. As I quit.You will not be my mentor Strength is taken when you are my shaman. No healer are you, feasting on weekness. How do I heal when I'm preyed upon? And succumb to your evil cold bleakness. Go!With remorse, for I won't embrace you. I've no need to feel the emptiness you bring. A harlot to broken hearts, you witch's brew. The payment you ask is a costly thing. I rebuke you!I'll fight you alone. I'll measure my healing with time, I own contest Addictive Poetry Frederic Parker 8/21/14