Coping

4 Apr 2020

One more drink in my hand

Three more ounces of solace

Before I have to deal with

My life and the consequences

Of all my past actions and more

Still I stand, mind intact

Liver silently cursing my coping

Growing larger with every drink

Growing more distant with each drink

I’ll get over it eventually

But tonight, I have to cope

The problems I avoid tonight

Will seem much smaller in the morning