From the Lights to the Pavement

Stumbling, tripping,
Unable to stand.
The prices I pay for my moments of bliss.

The haze of happiness now gone,
And I am left with only headaches.
This is what it has come to.

I can no longer function without it,
Much less quit all together.
The bottle, much too beautiful to my senses.
To much of a habit.

Calling, seducing.
I am worthless,
A lush they say.
I have lost the battle,
But not the war.

There will be many fights to come.
I will conquer.
To this thought now,
I raise a toast.