The amber fluid entices,
Beckoning you to itself,
Will you break, or stay strong today?
The choice is yours
Or is it?
Love it or leave it?
Kill it or kill you?

Taking that first beautiful sip,
The sip becomes a flood.
Burning or warming,
You are not sure,
All you feel is the beautiful liquid.
The taste is perfection,
The ice cube gently bumping your upper lip.

Several hours later
You swim inside your head,
In a haze of sorrow and bliss.
Close to tears and laughter,
You’ve screwed up again,
Disappointing them and yourself.
When will it ever end?
Curse that amber bliss.

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