Whispers in the Glass: The Silent Struggle of Alcohol’s Embrace

Poetry Image

In the quiet clink of crystal nights,
A promise whispers, soft and sweet,
Golden rivers flow, igniting lights,
Yet, shadows linger at my feet.

Each sip, a gentle lullaby,
A dance of warmth upon my soul,
Yet beneath the starry sky,
The emptiness begins to roll.

Dreams dissolve in amber glow,
Mirages of escape, so near,
Yet deeper into the depths I go,
Chasing solace, drowning in fear.

Hope flickers in the morning haze,
A fragile wish to find release,
In the dawn’s forgiving gaze,
Seeking strength, seeking peace.

Related Posts

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *