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Whiskey Glasses

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I'm seeing double, the room spins, I can't remember where I've been, I drown my sorrows in this glass, And hope this feeling, it won't last. My heart is heavy, my mind is numb, The whiskey burns, but it's not enough, To dull the pain that's deep inside, Or erase the memories I try to hide. The music plays, the people dance, But I'm stuck in this lonely trance, Lost in thoughts I can't escape, Wondering how much more I can take. I take another sip, and then another, The whiskey glasses, they keep me covered, But the truth is, they won't fix a thing, Or take away the pain that stings. So I'll put down this glass, and face my fears, Embrace the hurt, the pain, the tears, I'll find my way through this dark abyss, And leave behind the whiskey glasses, I'll never miss.

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Oliver Mckeithan

Date: 1/25/2025 7:36:00 AM

My father was an alcoholic and never recovered. Like your last stanza that you got the courage to put down the glass

Joel Hawksley
Date: 1/25/2025 11:54:00 AM

I don't want to just copy and paste the comments I wrote to Tom. Sometimes, it's not so much about the alcohol itself as it is about the circumstances that lead you to it. I'm sorry to hear about your father. I've known many people with alcohol issues who either don't believe they have a problem or are aware of it but simply don't want to stop. Addiction is a terrible disease.

Tom Woody

Date: 1/25/2025 6:12:00 AM

Alcohol always makes things worse, never better. Glad your subject found the will to move on. Hope you have a wonderful weekend

Joel Hawksley
Date: 1/25/2025 11:46:00 AM

I believe that alcohol only makes situations worse, never better. After 38 years of marriage, I was struggling, and it was my issue, not my wife's. We had stopped communicating, and I found that the conversation itself was refreshing, not the alcohol. However, when you’re at a bar, it seems like everyone starts liking everyone else, and they begin buying drinks. I regret to say that it took one night of getting home and not remembering how I got there for me to decide never to go back.