Do you know what it’s like
for me
looking at
a half empty
bottle of wine?
It is
Like it is
for a chain smoker
who sees
Cigarette butts on the ground
That are only half smoked.
It’s like when
The alcoholic
Sees the perfect tumbler
with just the right amount of ice
and with the pristine glass craftsmanship
that makes that
Satisfying “clink”ing sound
Whenever it hits the side table or counter.
I SUFFER
When I see such a sight.
And I wouldn’t call it
Addiction
As much as I call it
Jealousy.
For me, it’s torture
Realizing
That people buy the bottle
To get drunk
Or to have fun
Rather than
To forget
Like I do.
Jan 29, 2013
Jan 29, 2013 at 5:45 PM UTC
Do you know what it’s like
for me
looking at
a half empty
bottle of wine?
It is
Like it is
for a chain smoker
who sees
Cigarette butts on the ground
That are only half smoked.
It’s like when
The alcoholic
Sees the perfect tumbler
with just the right amount of ice
and with the pristine glass craftsmanship
that makes that
Satisfying “clink”ing sound
Whenever it hits the side table or counter.
I SUFFER
When I see such a sight.
And I wouldn’t call it
Addiction
As much as I call it
Jealousy.
For me, it’s torture
Realizing
That people buy the bottle
To get drunk
Or to have fun
Rather than
To forget
Like I do.
I'm not an alcoholic and this piece is not to make light of addiction. In fact, it's attempting to be perspective for how addiction builds. Hope you enjoy.
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