Bound To The Bottle Poem by Matthew Holloway

I don't remember
A time I didn't drink
Be it a day past
A mood swing
A state of mind
The bottle always answered
Always soothed
Kept me company
Understood me
I knew it was lies
A falsehood destined
To haunt and attack
But it worked
For a while
It still does
In some small way
The drink
Numbs everything
One day blends into the next
So fast now
I barely notice
Time passing
So here I am
Now raising a toast
To another poem
Bound to the bottle