My Poison

poetry, alcohol

As I sit and reminisce
I am bewildered, hurt, lost
Counting the moments
Moments I was used
In my defense, I abuse
Drink the potion
Feel the temporary security
Unwisely I unravel
Foolishly I invite all in
To witness and indulge
My vulnerability
My release
Prowling, finding
Fulfilling the need
As I remember
I am ashamed
Yet satisfied
Ignoring the guilt
I erase the memories
Hopelessly determined
Trying to prevent more
Realizing the truth-
I seek my poison once again.