I see you,
bottom of the bottle.
Slowly climbing the walls
coming ever closer,
mocking me.
You always show up
when needed the least.
But, sometimes,
you never seem to appear.
No matter how hard I hunt,
you continue to stay miles away.
I search for you
like the lost answers on the tip of the tongue
of an unprepared student.
I chase you
like the love crazed stalker
in all those fraudulent romance fables.
You have the solution I seek,
but you refuse to speak.
I see you,
sitting there,
drowning, blurred, and oddly hued.
The Philosopher’s muse.
The Writer’s unblocker.
The Coward’s courage.
The love potion.
The Kings treat
and the peasant’s shrink.
I see you,
My journey’s end.