I stared longingly

At the small, slender bottle

Doused in color and pallor

Promising no tomorrow

 

Hard, pale, and bitter

The tablets looked like magic

An alluring antidote

Against pain, past and present

 

They vowed to fill

The space within my heart

The gaping void

My spirit could not withstand

 

My hands trembled softly

As my spirit quaked and croaked

Under the weight

Of life’s morbid monotony

 

I dreamt that my spirit

Would soar up to the heavens

Rendering me thoughtless

Leaving me at peace

 

But I could not commit

To the power of eternity

When life is so fragile

And tomorrow is uncertain

 

I could never allow

My spirit to vanish

Into thin air

By my own hands

 

I absolved my soul

Of the lies I believed

That life was a burden

An excuse to escape

 

Those magical spheres

Remained in the bottle

Sinking lower and lower

As my spirit rose above

 

Scattered and shattered

My spirit’s splintered fractals

Melded into one

As the bottle dropped before me

 

My spirit remains

In joy and despair

My soul will never lie

At the bottom of a bottle