Bottles (poem)

She sought it at the bottom of a bottle
But all she found was emptiness and contempt
There were no reasons, no explanations
Nothing that told the story of what was happening
A painful realisation had claimed her heart
Broken promises, unfulfilled, dishonest
And she felt lonely, abandoned, forgotten
An aftertaste after emptying a bottle.
There was nothing left for her to do,
Because in the end, she had no idea how to live
Or how to love, how to exist with passion
Or how to demand what was rightfully hers
No, she was invisible and unheard of, mostly
Unimportant until she was needed again to fill an emptiness
Holes in souls, she was good at that.
The strength and wisdom to pour from her well
Were found at the bottom of a bottle and in the dizziness of a drunken mind.