In the amber glow of the evening’s kiss,
A glass of solace, a fleeting bliss.
The world outside, a blur of light,
As whispers grow in the silent night.

A sip, a breath, the burning slide,
It cloaks the wounds we try to hide.
In the depths of an emptying cup,
We find the strength to once more stand up.

Yet shadows dance within the glass,
Memories fade, futures pass.
Each moment stolen by the hour,
In alcohol’s intoxicating power.

But dawn will come, the night will fade,
The liquid courage our hearts invade.
And in its wake, we must discern,
The lessons taught, the bridges burned.