Just one drink, another, okay maybe just one more,

Another and another till I find what I am searching for.

Is it in the bottom of the bottle? My walls come crashing down,

I stagger, and I stumble, I trip and hit the ground.

The moon, the stars, my vision blurred I can barely see the sky,

And once again my life seems to pass me by.

The tears do not help. My sorrow strikes a void deep.

I wish to close my eyes and fall into a dreamless sleep.

Why? Why do I continue to let a bottle control my life?

Why do I relive the need, the pain as a stabbing of a knife?

It is a want. A thirst, a habit, an addiction that will not let me go,

Oh, my headaches. Wallowing in misery I let the tears flow.

Waking sometime on the cold, hard ground, I rise, stagger, and ache,

And here I am all alone once again. I made a huge mistake

I cannot put the bottle down. Someone please, help me.

I have an addiction and God, how I long to be free.

Deserted by my family, my friends are all gone,

Moving from place to place with nothing to call my own.

The sun is starting to rise, but I need another drink.

My mind is all jumbled and without the bottle, I cannot think.

I have no money, no riches, no more anything,

I cannot think of a way to buy even one more drink.

Under a bridge, I sit. I shiver, and I shake,

Knowing how I handled my life was nothing but a big mistake.

I suffer the tears I cry. I bow my head and hang it low

I have hit the bottom, no lower can I go.

Sleep. Sleep. If it could only take away my pain,

And a whisper I hear. “Come on let’s get drunk again.”

A bottle between the rocks someone left it behind.

I talked myself into believing it was there for me to find.

It does not matter what kind, nor the brand name,

It does not really matter. The effects are all the same.

One drink. I choked. I gasped, my mind was twisting in knots,

My insides were churning I felt like my guts were going to rot.

Another whisper this time it was soft and pure.

“I am here. Talk to Me, My child. I am the cure.”

And He is. He can cure anything. Just talk to Him.

© Cynthia Clark