Pour Me Another Glass

Pour me another glass

I've a lot to drown out

Like reminders of good times

I cannot think about

Or how my house has crumbled

Yet continues to fall

How, though I shove it out

I'm still sick from it all

The way I paint on smiles

When I wake up each day

The way I forgot tears;

It is the price I pay

Though it's a lot to handle

I know I'll make it through

But pour me one more glass

And I'll make a toast with you

Reviews

[Siwu]

Intense. Well written. I can imagine a depressed character pushing his glass to the bartender, and it's the dead of night. Keep up the writing! :D