Alcoholism thanks to depression
Much akin
To broken bones
tangible
As sticks and stones
It navigates
Beneath my skin
And permeates
The shell I’m in
It leaves no trace
To show another
Manipulation
It’s undercover
A silent suffer
Is my sentence
In alcohol
I’ve found dependence
A lovely burn
I’ve come to crave
I spend my days
Digging my grave
Though defeated
My soul is bruised
I never asked
To depend on booze
Short term relief
To hush the devil
I’ll take respite
At any level
The itching calms
I can relax
Though not for long
It fills my cracks
Two decades later
I’ve released all hope
To find a healthy
Way to cope
My choice of drink
Is not to blame
Silent depression
Designed this game
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