Zero Resistance

[TheWall0912]

The glass,
full of devil's water,
sitting within arm's length,
taunting me again.
My conscience tries
desperately
to convince me to stop,
temptation wins.

I take another sip.

I've lied to myself
many times,
by skipping meetings
and cheating.
Thinking I can mask my thirst,
eager to have a taste,
forcing me to raise the glass
to my lips and drink.

I take another sip.

I leave the bar,
stumbling.
Heading home in a drunken haze
a state familiar to me.
I fumble with keys,
miss the hole twice.
It's pathetic,
what's left of my life.

I take another sip.

Before finding the bed
I fall,
crashing to the floor,
fast.
It's difficult now
to keep my eyes open,
so I let them close
for good.