apparently only two
a stronger soul would say it's few
a weak one like me, will start to see
all the things I've come to be
every sip becomes quicker
every gulp getting a little bit bigger
a smile forming in my face
happiness is absent, though a giggle escapes
a distraction to say the least
a sudden darkness starts to creep
what I thought was a solution
starts to invade
stream of memories
unprovikingly plays
I start to numb
my heart beat drums
as I take one glass more
to keep them at bay