Poison Bottle – Poem By: Gary B

Joy through the bottle,
did never I find.
I was locked in a prison within my own mind,
Darkness and fear
encircled my head,
better I thought that I should be dead.
But a light came upon me,
as I kneeled down to pray.
Now happy and sober,
I’ve been to this day.
Thank you Father.

This is a Poem created by a follower Gary B. Click Here to see it at poetry.com