The Glass Is Empty

Posted byChristine BoltonPosted inBlog, Pain/SadnessTags:, , ,

The Glass Is Empty

Through the bottom
of a glass
the world is 
kinder, manageable
For as long
as the buzz lasts
Slipping into
an alcohol-soaked
oblivion
 
Numbing the agony
temporarily
until a different 
pain wakens
the dysfunctional
corpse
Hammering the head
into familiar
regret
 
Looking out my
front door
I see no new horizon
No muse
to inspire
or cheering squad
to lift my weary soul
and reconfirm
my existence
 
Just a familiar fog
that will obscure
the goodness
I can no longer find
without liquid courage
and confuse
those of us
who see no point
in anything anymore
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

This poem was written in response to
today's prompts and is not indicative
of me or my life 🙂
 
Lillian is hosting D'Verse Poets
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Prompts:

Glass - FOWC
Muse - Word of the Day
Looking out my front door - RDP

Published by Christine Bolton

I have been writing poetry since I was a child and it has helped in the good times and bad times. I am always looking within to find the answers to life's problems and to write thought-provoking poetry and prose. Thanks for checking it out. Christine

45 thoughts on “The Glass Is Empty”

    1. Thanks Kate. Although it doesn’t depict me, most of us have all been ‘overpoured’ in our lives and paid the price the next day!

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  2. Your disclaimer made me smile, Christine. Although I don’t usually drink – a rare glass of shandy or wine – I can understand why people do. You hit the nail on the head with ‘the world is kinder, manageable’, but it only lasts so long.

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    1. Yes it’s very sad isn’t it? I’m happy you line a tipple as do I, although as I get older they get fewer 😊

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  4. I’m glad you added that the post is in no way indicative of your life. But sadly, it is indicative of the individual who is dying, cell by cell and perhaps relationship by relationship of alcoholism. Excellent visceral description here.

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    1. Oh I don’t know that song but it would definitely be country wouldn’t it? Yes indeed it has Lisa 😢

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  7. A glimpse at someones life.
    I like the lines
    “until a different
    pain wakens
    the dysfunctional
    corpse”

    I did have a grin at your disclaimer Christine

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    1. Ha! I felt like I had to say it. I’ve written some dark poems and I have had some worried comments from readers thinking it was my state of mind at that time 😑 I’m happy you liked the poem! Thank you so much 🥰

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  9. This is so well written, so well observed Christine and I am glad it does not portray you.
    I have worked with alcoholics and know how desperate how lonely their life can be. It is tremendously sad.
    Anna :o]

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  11. Dipping into darkness always alerts readers to the possibility of personal experience. I quit alcohol 45 years ago, but those around us who are depressed seem to search for crutches, and now opioids are cheaper than alcohol.

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    1. Hi Glenn, I found your comment in the spam box 😕 Sadly you are correct and I too have had a drink one too many at those difficult times but fortunately I was never dependent on it. These days I barely take a glass of wine. Age lets you know what your body can and cannot take! I’m happy you gave it up and I have to agree with you about those who search for a crutch. It’s very sad indeed. Thanks for stopping by 🥰

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  12. very good alchemy of words Christine, this will be someone’s wake up call, love so many of the phrases you coined, familiar regret and liquid courage was pretty awesome

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  13. Your poem nailed what must go through so many people’s heads who are lost in too much drinking. Having grown up with an alcoholic father, this really hit home. It was hard growing up in that household but as I became an adult I felt more compassion for him and realized that he was just trying to numb the pain that he had known his whole life. So sad but i do understand why people turn to drink and drugs—not a good choice but I understand why.
    Gayle ~

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    1. Thank you so much for commenting. I’m sorry it was so close to home for you. I do understand it too. It becomes a disease that no medicine can cure. It is a very sad situation that many find themselves in. 😢💔

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  14. Hopelessness is a sad state to be in… Hope in the bottom of the glass… always looking for a…

    cheering squad
    to lift my weary soul
    and reconfirm
    my existence

    You have woven this one very well.

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  16. I’m so glad you put that coda at the end! I’ve been reading a lot of pain and sadness recently, so I’m glad that you were only inhabiting it (so believably) for this poem. The fact that you had me worried testifies to how well you did it.

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    1. Thank you Sarah. You are so kind and thoughtful. Yes, in the past I have written some poetry that has concerned the reader so I like to write a disclaimer when I think it might be unclear. Thank you for reading 🥰

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    1. Thanks Ken. You are right. I think we’ve all tried it as a remedy at some point in our lives. It just doesn’t work 😐

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