Confessions of An Alcoholic
It's a plum, saturated red
Swirling in my glass for me
This cabernet with a nose on it
Flows with a rich viscosity
Or a tangy, soury lemon
Crisp, bitter and icy cold
This martini sitting next to me
As I write of stories never told
Usually I am impartial to
A tomato juice, olive and some lime
Stirring any ingredients
From the fridge that I can find
Yet, these are the glorious
These are devils I cannot stray
When I sit back, fix my glass
And greet the end of day
These are confessions
Of an alcoholic as I drink
I fill, I refill, countless times
So much I cannot think
I do not foresee my stopping
This madness will ensue
Until all that I have worked for
Is gone in what I say and what I do
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
