Raised Glass

Reflection of the past. "aching heart and alcohol strength" These moments are gone.

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.

Author's Note

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.

Reviews

[SpokenWord]

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.

[Dream Weaver]

Sounds like a normal night out for me...All kidding aside
a powerful piece Kristina! Well done!

[ice]

Yup, it usually makes things worse..
At first, it seems to dull the pain..a mild anestetic
that makes the heart "beat, and swell"
But when it (alchohol) is used abundantly as medicine;

"...give me another
Make it strong give me a double
For this ache is a real mother…"

It only nmakes you sicker, and more aggresive..

"The anger pulls me together
With the pain gone, I’m ready to fight."

Glad you got away from Jack.

[Ru Banerjee]

Such raw pain of your inner wounds comes out in the lines:
"Letting the liquid slid down my throat
With crimson teary eyes I blink
Leaving I grab my black leather coat..."
........."Oh hell just give me another
Make it strong give me a double
For this ache is a real mother…"
you bring out the wild passion and the devastation of your soul that turns to alcohol so effectively. While your soul writhes in suffering and burns with memories, you try to drown your sorrows in the liquid liquor. So deep and somber.

[Ruth]

I can identitify with that love, its a process that can burn, if not careful....well written and poignantly so!
xx

[MuSe Ampoule]

Brilliant portrayal of drowning your sorrow. Jacky-boy always does the trick. Lovely and somber work.

[The Analog Kid]

A few drinks can soothe the soul, but once you go past the tipping point, the emotions come flooding back.

[luciddreamer]

Ah, my devil was Tequilla....she still calls my name when I feel anger inside :)

Wonderful write; described the moment with clarity and truth....thank you, I needed this writing today :)

[Nathan Thompson]

The belief that the next drink will do the trick is what keeps an alcoholic drinking. Something tells me you never really believed this is you acknowledge that it only made it worse. Well-written with great imagery and insight.

[Cheryl J. Turner]

I think we have all been to that point at least once and we all discover how little it helps. Well written

[Jibey]

A kind of stinging tribute to the numbing effect of hard liquor... You were sober enough to write a neat, powerful poem!