Addiction

ADDICTION What will happen When my alcoholic content Drops down to zero? No more of that clear fluid Running up and down my veins Will I still be brave? Brave enough to remember The daydreams of day yester? Of me unraveling my wings At last soaring to the sky? Fulfilling my destiny And realizing my purpose? Will I remember The vows and the promises I sweetly made to my beloved? Of changing my weakly ways And making us worth the while? Fulfilling my obligations And rising on all occasions? Or will it just be Business as usual. Back to my shell Everything down a well Lacking confidence, no esteem Happy with just crumbs Lost in predictable nothingness Settling for the very less Or hiding in my dark shadows Until next Friday When again I can impregnate my blood With the (OH) factor.