Whiskey Bottle
you bring me
much relief
from this
world of fake
hacking away at
my soul little by little
day by day until all I want
to do is grab a glass and fade
away with you and your warmth
you are always there my sweet bottle
on the counter eyeing me when I arrive
begging for attention and attention I give
with the first sip you make the day brighter
with the next glass I begin to appreciate
and lose hate for all that surrounds me
you make me feel so creative bottle
you transcend all others before you
by the end of the second glass
I want a third but do not need
one more should be fine
