Goodbye Spirits

 

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.