Glass of Water

Stilled from inactivity,lying on the bed.A glass of water at my bedside,the only reminder             I wasn’t dead. Its grace in opposition with the person I once wasUnable to touch it,watch the wavelets dance aroundor feel droplets tickle my tongue. Alcohol, my foe,Seduced taste buds, numbed limbs,before I saw the headlights,            ultimately punishing my sins. [...]