You come into my life like a fine wine
Tasting so sweet it warms the bloodline
A euphoria that comes to empower
Coming to the last hour

But the wine drank too fast
Overwhelms hoping not to be last
When the clock begins to ring and nettle
Not quite time and yet the effects have settled

A dependence not known until put on the spotlight
And a change in behavior seen as contrite
Could it have been a fatigue to blame
Or was the wine just the fuel to the flame

Burning, in an unidentified state
But nevertheless arrives a spate
Wishing to drive away the light
With a fear of being benighted

Now obscured
But still inured
Savored
But uncured