The first sip of whiskey burned down my throat.
It was a bit bitter as expected.
But soon hit me hard and I was afloat.
I drank to be socially accepted.
In my teens it was just random drinking.
In my middle age I learnt to savour-
unaware that I was slowly sinking,
and not doing anyone a favour.
I thought whiskey and I could coexist.
Telling myself it was a way of life.
But deep I sank unable to resist.
My mind and body at bittersweet strife.
Amid the lies and unwanted advice -
I surface to breathe what is wise and vice.
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