In the quiet of the night, a whisper calls,
From the depths of a bottle, where solace falls.
Shadows dance, reflections of the past,
In the amber glow, memories cast.

Liquid courage, a fleeting embrace,
Softens the edges of life’s harsh face.
In the glass, a world unfolds,
Stories untold, secrets hold.

Yet in the morning, the whispers fade,
Leaving echoes of choices made.
The solace sought in the glass’s gleam,
Is but a shadow of a broken dream.

Oh, fragile heart, seek not the glass,
For peace within, this too shall pass.
Find strength in the dawn’s first light,
And leave behind the shadows of the night.