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A Poem about struggling with alcholism
Submitted:Feb 26, 2008 Reads: 2,142 Comments: 24 Likes: 15
Inside a whiskey bottle
I wallow.
Waking up in cold sweats
feeling hollow.
Another drink until
tomorrow.
Sometimes this truth is
hard to swallow,
unlike the whiskey
that drowns my sorrow.
In the future-there lies
a past.
Things I've done come
to haunt me, Alas.
Seeing horrible visions
my life
aghast.
From this bottle
I'll drink my last.
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