Bottom of the Glass

When the bottom of

your glass knows your name,

then you have run out

of places to hide your shame.

You thought that no one

had witnessed your downfall,

that they didn’t see you

on your knees when the

alcohol made you crawl.

Or the days you missed

work blaming a cold,

you never listened because

you didn’t like

what you were told.

Bloated and dirty

you have become,

ravaged by the booze

and the damage it has done.

When the bottom of your

glass knows your name

then you know your

number’s up in this game.