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A Poem about struggling with alcholism


Submitted:Feb 26, 2008    Reads: 2,238    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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