The last bottle
of cheap wine
poured into glasses
painted with margarita palms
takes me back to the tipsy tank
A tank that sometimes I get drowned in
until morning starts to shine its first rays
of wake me-up light
No more fun dancing
or bad karaoke interpretations of Ms. LeAnn
It's now 5:30
Not midnight
No more darkness
Slept away in a swirl of dizzy
Only a small remnant of regret
For doing what you said you wouldn't
A lingering feeling of almost sickness
From a toxic substance
That erases the pain you feel about yourself
Enticing you with the allure of everything's wonderful
No matter the name
Chardonnay,
Cabernet,
Pinot Noir,
Grigio,
Merlot,
Or perhaps Sauvignon or Sangria
If you're feeling a little edgy
It all ends the same
Reality is a prison you can't escape
You are a reality you can't escape
Decisions made
A chapter written
A synopsis now unfolded
That wasn't quite the tale you meant to have told
The only hope
Is a blank page
That is still pure white
Inviting in its innocence
Waiting to become the reflection
Of what and whom you really feel inside
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