"Slurred Vision" (a poem I wrote this morning)

Slurred Vision

I reach for the bottle,
Promising myself only one,
For a sense of relaxation,
After a long day’s work,

Upon finishing the drink,
I feel no change,
No decrease in stress or worries,
Everything is exactly the same,

I reach for a second bottle,
A third and a fourth,
Adding in a shot of Whiskey,
This should do the trick,

A relaxation finally sets in,
A buzz helps me to forget,
My day at work,
My fears, worries and stress,

The room then starts to spin,
My vision is blurred,
Unable to get up,
My speech is slurred,

Drunk in seclusion,
I try to cry out,
Having pushed everyone aside,
Everyone except the bottle.