Bottle after bottle
Lay under my bed,
An ache in my stomach
A throb in my head
And yet, I won’t cease
This pattern, can’t sever
This alcoholism
Will go on forever.
A problem I have
I’ll gladly admit,
But the concept of stopping?
I'll never commit
Some people want wealth,
Some people want love
My concept of happiness
Lies in the drugs.
All poems original Copyright of Eva Denali Will © 2015, 2016.