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The Glass Is Empty

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
Open Link Night

Prompts:

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