The Bottom

The Bottom

The strain of sobriety,

the glossy look

in my eyes;

reoccurring.

And the plastic

feels like glass.

As I wash down

a few hours of sunshine.

Taking slow, deep, breaths.

Before 

the bottom

drops out.

Reviews

[paul]

another unique, well written poem

[Dream Weaver]

Such is the way of sobriety...
very accurate in your description.
There's no guarantees ...