Alcoholism
Show me the resounding proof,
That life is real,
That it is truly 151 proof,
Liquor spins my life's wheel.
Now I sit; lips wrapped 'round a bottle,
Facing a truth too hard to swallow,
That I'm no longer a baby to coddle,
That it is pathetic to wallow.
Did I choose to rise?
Did I become a man?
Should I tell you lies,
So you may aid me; a broken man?
Instead I loaded a double shot in this gun,
Sat with the ring of a barrel in my mouth,
Tipping back to pull the trigger; the room spun.
And the liquor went south.
Copyright © Lucas Holbrook | Year Posted 2015
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