it starts as a whisper
a smooth seduction tucked
between my ribs and throat
a craving i cannot quiet
the bottle becomes my temple
its contents my holy water
i kneel before it nightly
offering my body in surrender
one sip and the fire ignites
too hot to contain
a tornado of want spinning
tearing through my veins
it is not a joy i seek
but a stillness deep and hollow
a numbing abyss
where my pain cannot scream
but the drink is sharp, cruel
it fills the wound
only to rip it wider
the glass cuts me open, again
i bleed and pour myself
onto every table i sit at
a lonely storm leaving ruins
in its reckless wake
when will my hands unclench?
when will this thirst drown itself?
until then, i brace for the burn
of a promise that destroys
and yet calls itself mine
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Although it could be metaphoric it seems clearly alcohol that is intended in this write. Nicely written a poem of addiction.
Six Years sober now
Congratulations that is good to hear.
good write of addiction
Six Years sober now
well done my friend, great achievement
Well written. Your poem revolves around the struggle with addiction, specifically to alcohol, and the complex relationship between desire, pain, and self-destruction. The poet expresses both a yearning for relief and a recognition of the harm that drinking causes.
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