Prison

A drink becomes a dozen glasses full To dull the sleepless mind of pain Escaping is the wine, deceitful To the heart rejected once again. A crutch always comes in handy When down times come a-visiting, Excuse the emotional disability A nice relief comes fast with drinking. But there the chains are set to trap Each glass encloses unseen prison Like cobwebs holding a victim up The drinker is shackled in addiction. As the brain cells deteriorate Like rusting metal negating use, A virtual prison the Self creates Sentenced itself to Alcohol Abuse.