Drinking
As my lips edear to another tin
I forget the morals that are held with in
for drinking doesn’t releave my stress
it just turns my brain into an emotional mess
aiming for more but settling for less,
as I mutter those fateful words,
IM NEVER DRINKING AGAIN,
I repeat the whole process,
With a head thick as fog,
and a day without progress,
the body starts to wilter ,
and the mind begins to regress,
as I mutter those fateful words,
IM NEVER DRINKING AGAIN,
I repeat the whole process.
Copyright © Sam Russell | Year Posted 2023
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