Raised Glass

Raised Glass

A Poem by Poetic Beauty
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Reflection of the past. "aching heart and alcohol strength" These moments are gone.

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I raise this shot glass in toast to you

Wishing  you well only the best

Now that we are done completely through

 

Letting the liquid slid down my throat

With crimson teary eyes I blink

Leaving I grab my black leather coat

 

May this new life be kind, treat you well

Walking away I smile on this day

As my heart begins to beat and swell

 

Before I saunter out the back door

Turning around I walk to the bar

Bartender give me just one more

 

I quickly slam it down like a pro

Enjoying the alcohol burn

But my going becomes way too slow

 

Mister Daniels is calling my name

The smell lingers invading my nose

Now I know I should never have came

 

 

I stand up proud ready to leave

As devilish thoughts swirl in a blur

Heart sinking as it begins to grieve

 

Oh hell just give me another

Make it strong give me a double

For this ache is a real mother…

 

Strength I find in whiskey delight

The anger pulls me together

With the pain gone, I’m ready to fight.

© 2011 Poetic Beauty


Author's Note

Poetic Beauty
This isn't about alcoholism it is about drinking to forget someone and it only makes it worse. I only did it once on my 29th birthday and it only made things worse.

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It is a temporary relief from the pain as it skews our mind enough to not care as much but when the effects are gone we are still left with those same feelings and Jack Daniels is no longer calling our names. Somehow just one more always seems to help in the moment. I like this write painful but a ring of truth to it. Great write.

Posted 13 Years Ago


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I know the feeling! It all seems such a good idea..but it doesn't work and you have the added pain of a hangover and regret - both left a nasty taste in the mouth

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Hm... strange, I drank to forget about a boyfriend that was an a*****e - told me he loved me, but never did anything to show it, especially not by keeping his hands off other females - and at this said drunken party, I met the love of my life, my soul mate. So even though the alcohol only killed the pain momentarily, the situation brought real happiness into my life. Of course, I've never been much of a drinker, but there is nothing wrong with a shot of Jack, every now and then. Although, quite glad you've learned from your lesson, some people never learn ...

Great write, as always. Great rhyme, the flow kept me moving at a normal rate and kept me interested.

Posted 13 Years Ago


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it is such a bittersweet thing - you capture it well - drink to forget and only end up remembering more than you'd wanted - doesn't quite work out how you'd hoped!! like all things - seems good at the time... not so much in practice - wonderfully spun in this poem!! nice!

Posted 13 Years Ago


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The drug filled mask swirling around the mind dragging us down into the abysmal pit of dispair worse than that we were trying to hide from. Well done =D

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Drinking can only numb the pain for a short while, and when you finally come back around you've only added extra pain to your pain, a wopper of a headacke!
Very good write, the flow was perfect!

Posted 13 Years Ago


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Wanting to forget pain sometimes leads a person to do things they wouldn't normally do. Just to numb that awful ache what ever the cause may be. I really like this write, its very creative and so true.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

The great pain killer, I have been there... it is superficial and short lived solution... a very catchy poem though. It went down smooth like a shot of JD.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I make it a habit to drink in moderation, I only drink on days now that end in a y.

But seriously, my drinking days are over, cept maybe a taste now and then on the weekends. That habit has been replaced with writing. I thought drinking was bad.

Great stuff here Kristina!


Posted 13 Years Ago


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I love the progression of this poem as it charts the descent into drunkeness.... from raising a glass in toast to "I'm ready to fight". An excellent 'real-life' poem with a great rhyme scheme!

Posted 13 Years Ago


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Like how you express your feelings. The words flow really well.

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