The uncontrollable urge to indulge is always there,
but will the feeble mind be more tempted by smell...
or by seeing that dark and clear liquid in bottles that seem to stare?
" Keep away from them, foolish man...don't go through days of Hell! "
That voice rushes from inside becoming harsh and extremely loud
enforcing it's punishment when temptation begins,
" Alcohol is poison for the blood...it's like a river turning into mud! "
" Get rid of every bottle, keep your valued friends! "
It's a battle of good intentions versus harmful want,
and through the length of abstinence and agony,
one is happy to win it with much pride and dignity
by getting back the will and strength that won't daunt.