THE BOTTLE

Red. White. Clear. Dark.
Mixed. Shot.
Straight...to the head. Ache
Why did you always take?
Away
No longer did I wish to be in bondage. Held-CAPtive
Each time, you turned your back on me
Stabbed---
Sick. Hung...over
Indulgent-Satiated-Jaded
I hated it
No fun. You only had me tired from the run(s)……….
Sick and Tired
Always sick then tired
Loss of time and energy. Fatigued. No damn reprieve...in sight
Unable to see, give me insight
I see
Clearly
Now cognizant
Truth is: I was once a slave to the bottle