I Am Alcohol

I Am Alcohol ...

A whisper in the night,

Untrustworthy, loud, and bright.

Rude and lost, afraid and alone,

In isolation, my seeds are sown.

No longer do I know life's song,

Pure mania, where do I belong?

Insane, an undercurrent's flow,

Wallowing in the wreck below.

Blurry-eyed objects, speech slurred,

Inaudible jargon, words blurred.

Unidentifiable in the haze,

Comatose in the self-made maze.

A toast to ways that self-sabotage,

Mind consumed by the liquid rage.

Hallucinating defiance, a giant's might,

No escape from this endless fight.

In every direction it resides,

A detour from where life abides.

Pungent scent that lures and calls,

I Am Alcohol ... on lonely walls.

On days when solace seems so far,

I create your safe space, a star.

In the morning and before bed,

As I tuck you in, your fears shed.

You yearn for me, so I scream let me stay,

Instead, you chose to give me away.