A bottle for the Moment (To all the heartbroken and depressed)

A BOTTLE FOR THE MOMENT

It was a depressed and oppressed night,

Everywhere and everything appeared unpleasant.

I was temporally shut down,

And my mind kept flying in an uncoordinated direction.

In that darkness,

I journeyed not too far for a bottle.

Hoping to kill my pain,

And bundle up myself to life again.

My bottle was sweating,

All my hope was tied to it.

It was my last resort.

That was all I needed on that rough night.

With no focus on right.

In anger, I grasped the bottle,

To have a sip of its content.

Then a second and a third.

Before the fifth and sixth,

The bottle seemed virgin.

It was consoling.

At that time my mind was blank to recent darkness

And the bed was my new zone of interest.

But before I could get to it, the cold floor had opened its arms to me

I succumbed to its hospitality leaving my bed lonely.

Night became thicker and then lighter,

Suddenly, light took control.

It was day break.

My eyes were surprised at what they saw.

But just before I could wake up from the mess of the night,

Yesterday’s bad reappeared at the scene.

And the dark of the former multiplied in the later.

Alcohol consumed, but sadness resumed.

Automatically I began to appreciate,

The need for quiet reflection in roughness,

The advantages of rightful thoughts in the noisy confusion of life

And the benefits of positive thinking in moments of turbulence.

Shame and disappointment coloured my face,

But regrets and pain soon vanished,

Because of the lessons from my ordeal.

 Then, I faced the future in hope and peace.

Think positive even in the mouth of a lion.

And don’t drink and consume substances thinking they will erase your past.

NTUI OBEN OBI AGBOR

Written for the heartbroken