A Toast to Agony

By Marhaeny

Whiskey’s burn, vodka’s bite, rum’s sweet embrace.
In the bottle’s depth, I find solace.
With each sip, my troubles cease.
In the realm of spirits, there is a moment of peace.
Amidst the void I almost lost.
With a glass in hand, I raise a toast.
To the miserable tears.
To the shattered dreams.
To the forsaken destiny.
To agony.
So let’s fill our glass!
With bitter notes from life’s cruel morass.
Raise it high!
Together, we’ll let troubled minds fly.