The bottle was full
Just like their spirits
They shared as the talk grew louder
Spoke of times when drinking was sociable
That was a time ago
Now the drink was a necessity
The medicine of life
The bottle was beginning to empty now
Just like the existence they led
You could see it in their faces
As the battle for the last drink intensified
Every battle has a winner
This time he was the stronger
Gulping down the last drop as if his life depended on it
There would be many more battles like this
Ultimately, the main battle lay ahead
The final one
The freezing weather moved in slowly
Though he was totally unaware
Lying in a drunken stupor
Surrounded by empty bottles
Screaming as the battle raged inside him
Fighting for the final time
As his life slowly ebbed away
The snow covered him like a blanket
Peacefully taking him to a new place
The battle over
His thirty five year old existence finally at an end.
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Author:
Paul Bell (Pseudonym) (
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Comments3
A battle so well described
But why did drink look like life
A very well crafted and intelligently laid
A truly epic write dear Paul…
Drink just seems like every part of living now for some.
Yes for some there is only hopelessness and drinking till oblivion is to try and shut out memories, fear, loneliness, pain...
Powerful lines.
Drink the cure and the curse.
Very well written Paul showing how some people are suffering.
Andy
Plenty at this time of year.
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