Pour/Reward

Good morning there, so the battle begins
There in the corner you wait
Compressing my senses and warming my voice
In theory I need to unwind
When you pour it
I’m rewarded
From my patience
I’m relieved
Then did the lack of attack finally come
The space in-between overwhelmed
Over denial the facts would conspire to tell
The truth
Gradual casual damage remains
Words that aren’t finding my tongue
Grip to a tantrum I’m an addict
A drunk
How could the chemical fail to please
Try it again to be sure
When you pour it
I’m rewarded
From my patience
I’m relieved