Death by Pint Glass
Wet and haunting,
Strong and daunting,
Beckoning and pointing,
“It’s you I’m wanting!”
“Pour me down your throat,” I say,
“I promise that you’ll be okay.”
“You’ll feel like you never have...”
I oblige and say, “Well down the hatch!”
I love my family,
I love my son,
But what has done cannot be undone.
I’m different now and it’s so scary;
How could I have been so daring?
Alcohol, I thought, was not a threat.
Now it’s quickly leading to my death.
I wave the white flag viciously,
Pleading God to set me free...
“How did this happen?” I ask.
“It’s easy”, says the bottom of my glass.