Comfort in a bottle
Comfort in a bottle.Hotter than the the tears that stream.
Louder than my pointless screams.
A flow so fast it drowns my sorrow.
Pain is easy to suppress when theres a bottle of whiskey pressed to my chest.
Falling is easy getting up is harder.
The bumps and bruises arent half as painful as the pain ill feel when im sober.
Shot one im strong.
Shot two im free.
Everythings forggotten after shot three.
I lay with my face in the gravle and a mouthfull of sand.
I look up at the hands around me that are to help me stand.
Yours is not among them, not at all.
So i just lay in defeat refusing to fall.
The porclien pillow in which i lay my head brings so much more comfort than my now empty bed.
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