Five Bottles

Five Bottles Five bottles of wine, Lying on the floor… All of them are mine, Barely see the door… Drinking and smoking, Working on a glass… Between the toking, Of the fresh green grass… Five bottles of wine, Working on the sixth… Feeling numb and fine, Can now take a breath... Drinking numbs the pain, Temporarily… I know it’s in vain, It’s slowly burying me… Five bottles of wine, All of them are mine. J.E.

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Lindsay Laurie

Date: 9/27/2021 5:05:00 PM

Hello Jennifer ... I know where I'd be after drinking five bottles of wine, however, the troubles they hide always return and seem greater - all the best Jennifer - Lindsay

Jennifer Etheridge
Date: 9/27/2021 5:49:00 PM

Dear Lindsay...Thank you for the sweet comment. Much appreciated. And, you are correct, it just numbs but doesn't make the pain go away, I agree. Have a great night.