Unholy nights and decadent dreams
swirl in eddies of amber liquid.
Courage poured into shot glasses
clinking "cheers"
cold fluid conquers loneliness
drowns anxious thoughts.
Whiskey burns words before the
larynx can birth them,
anesthetizes pain along with
logical sensation.
Wild spirits blacken the mind
and extinguish the light of God.
Author notes
This is about alcohol addiction, but it could just as easily be about any form of addiction as for the mental and emotional effects.
A contest entry
- Addictions by starlite.
600 points, ended September 30, 2008, 43 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
All comments are appreciated!
Comments
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Whiskey burns words before the
larynx can birth them,... i am not an alcoholic... though i have other addictions... and when i do drink its always whiskey... that line strikes me... hard... love this piece...
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