Beneath the dim-lit tavern’s glow,
Lies a soul burdened by the flow,
Of amber waves that drown the night,
In dreams that vanish with the light.

The echoes of laughter mask the pain,
As spirits dance in the pouring rain,
A fleeting escape from life’s embrace,
Yet shadows linger, leaving a trace.

The bottle whispers promises sweet,
Of solace found in each deceit,
But morning’s truth unveils the scars,
Of battles waged beneath the stars.

Hope clings to the dawn’s first ray,
A chance to break the endless sway,
To find the strength to stand anew,
In a world untainted by the brew.