When will this soothe <br />Help me to forget the night <br />Slip me into some numbness <br />That I am no more remembering <br />The sorrow of my piteous heart <br />To often had I chanced it <br />Always without reward <br />That little remains intact <br />That which stains my memory <br />I look to wash away <br />To drown in a bottle of wine <br />The last escape I know <br />Sat waiting for it to take effect <br />To grant me some salvation <br />It persists in granting me this <br />Will not let the numbness begin <br />So all I have for company each night <br />Is a bottle of wine and a broken heart<br /><br />Matthew Holloway<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-bottle-of-wine-and-a-broken-heart/
