A Glass

Playing back the memories in your head,
None of them particularly joyful,
But they keep coming back,
Following like a shadow,
A glass a day stops the pain.
Ā
Darkness is in the eye of the beholder,
Move upwards, Move on.
Yet one wrong turn on the trail of thought,
Youāre back at the start again,
Lift a glass in your hand.
Ā
Silence is deafening loud,
As youāre left to reminisce.
Those memories are the issue,
Intolerable, Insufferable.
But Iām sure a drink can fix that.
Ā
Days, Months, Years,
Slipped away into, Nothing.
Clearly time canāt heal you,
Ā
Like a bottle of wine can.
Let the bitter spirits drown me,
Now I say, āDrink to that!ā

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