Armagnac

Like fire it burns down my throat Dry and alive it rests in my stomach as I look at the hearth This smoky tavern where I sit is loud and rambunctious For all my life this is all I have known The spiced smell and thick air, the way I end my day Once I suppose I could have had a family, children But instead I threw it all away for a single substance My love, my poison, Armagnac A/N Armagnac is a Dry Brandy named after a region in southwest France. This is my first ever free prose poem and for some reason I had to do it on this word. Please tell me what you think. I'm beginning to rather suspect I'm no good at Rhyming poetry and so I wanted to broaden my horizons, but I cant develope skill in this style if you do not speak with brutal honesty.