I find myself,
Again,
reaching for a bottle-
Searching for the answers
In that
Silken
Searing
Sweet
Familiar
Taste of venin-

Eyeing the bottom
Of an empty cup
Like a crystal ball;
No longer sure
If numbing,
Or seeking-
Emotion
And answers
And meaning
And-
Or-
Anything-

Perhaps,
I drink because it Is-


-I Am-

-here-

“If alcohol is poison,
Why do you drink it?”

“Because,
There are things inside me
That I need to kill.”

Like hopes,
And dreams,
Aspirations, and
Childish things-

Like love
And laughter,
And sorrow,
And hurt-