Bottle

Tip it up
Chug it down
feelings drown
just useless dribble
answers fooled to believed
they were hiding in the bottom
of a bottle
one gone


Smooth and warm
fire burn what is left
numbness
blurred lines of pain 
loosened lips
spill what wont be remembered 


Tears fill the river
of what was lost
no going back
seeing only the whims and dreams
swimming in the bottle on the table.