I first took to the bottle to amuse
for the pleasures I sought elsewhere were dull.
The heedless taste was soon hard to refuse
for my oscillating emotions lulled.
I began to wait for euphoric eves
when I would be high and fake confidence.
But the day dragged on with numbness and heaves
as spirits camouflaged my diffidence.
I rejoiced in vague imaginations,
and at times dozed off with blurred memories.
The fusion, confusion fed my vision
fading into an abyss piece by piece.
I vowed to quiet this doleful desire.
And to quench the thirst with a different fire.
