A swirl of golden liquid
A bedazzling odor
The wrong kind of enchantment
Tiny bubbles to trigger
The taste buds--
A bittersweet sensation.
But am I…?
One more; and another
Another and another
How am I to say
'No, thank you'?
It's so damn invidious--
So how am I to say,
No, thanks?
If it became--
The boss of me!
It's a part of me!!
INDEFINITELY!!!
So am I…?
A constant celebration
Awaits me
One to many
The wall becomes my feet
A feeling so immune
Swaying on the clouds
Wonderful,
But completely and utterly
Unaware_
Yet the question
Still remains;
Am I…?
A feeling of disgust rise within
A stranger in my mirror
Shame wash over me
What have I become?
Throwing everything away
For what?
To drown my sorrows
To proof a point
What's my reason?
Am I giving up!?
So am I…?
Laying on my bathroom floor
Feeling like I might die
Fear and shame arose
Life's falling apart,
Destroyed;
As I reach the bottom
Of the fifth bottle
Glass splinters embedded
My heart
Bloody hands
A feeling of death.
Am I to late
To acknowledge the truth
Of what I am--
What had become of me?
Am I an alcoholic…?