The Bottle

The Bottle

Sometimes it's easy to take comfort from a bottle

Trying to numb or dull the anxiety

A swill of sweet oakey booze to dissolve those feelings one would rather ignore

But eventually, given enough time, and enough drink

One starts to notice that bottle isn't your friend 

It doesn't work

It doesn't numb anything

In fact, most of the time, it boils and churns up and confuses those feelings 

It poisons the mind and contaminates one's thinking

A drink for joy is one thing

A drink for pain is another..

Poetrywriting poemsalcohol abuse#addiction #recovery #sickness #perspective

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Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh

Fri 4th Nov 2022 13:26

Spot on, excellent advice, thank you.

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