When they come they come 
Like mosquitos in the summer,
You swat at them,
Your stomach sinks,
They come anytime, anywhere 
Alcohol helps to keep them away, sometimes helps you forget, 
but it also attracts them,
You swallow them when you're with company,
And you try to hold it in 
To keep it deep inside 
But it consumes you
It's razor sharp and It burns 
Like a blade in the fire  
But it's cold
It's ice in your throat,
Its the vernier of happiness 
Sweet like fresh honey,
But it turns quickly 
Bitter like black coffee
Snow in May
Unusual but not unknown 
You've been here before but you're still a stranger, 
A stranger to yourself 
This poem is about: 
Our world



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