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Just one more beer
Time passes slowly when the mind is clear
But when the mind gets muddled, like mint in a jar,
There never seems enough liquor by far
And you tell yourself just one more beer
To fill an lonely Saturday night
For try as One might
The thoughts and trauma nightmares
Come creeping with regret
Bringing you down a hole you wanted to forget
To the darkest days or false glimmers of hope
That you've healed inside and are able to cope
With life's ups and downs as the years float by
When your throat is so sore and your eyes want to cry but are barren and dry
Because you're twisted with anxiety
And hate to be a liar
Why can't you just be normal
Is it genes or inner turmoil
That wants to fill this never-ending glass
To drink away the past
So you empty your bottle into the drain
And decide again to work through the pain
Instead of drinking it away for another day
Copyright ©
Ashley Gleason
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