It controls me

The beer is in my head

The wine bottle is my soul

The liqueur isle holds my spirit

I know it’s destroying me whole

Yet I year for each sip

I desire every drop

I know how much it’s hurting me

I just don’t have the will to stop

It calls to me each time

In a voice much like my own

Just from some time away from here

When it’s only me all alone

I’ve tried to fight it off

Stop me from needing each drop

But nothing I’ve done has worked out

I just can’t find the way to stop

So the drink controls me

It has all my heart and soul

It knows how to stop me fighting

Making me have each bottle whole

Author's Note

Thank you for reading - how you liked it.

Reviews

[Chapat2847]

I like this poem very much,it rings true of much dependence on drink in our modern world,well thought out,

[Quinn]

Thank you, it is mainly my own dependence but I know many others have it the same.

[Chapat2847]

Yes many others have it also,but its good that you can write about it so honestly,well done,keep writing and hopefully soon it will be you who takes control,your poems are great.