Ode to the Water of Life

I can't find my voice, there is a void in me
Must hold on to my mind and memories
Defenses taking over, heed to my slights
So must live,
I should find a bottle and hide
and watch it slide down and empty
When my world burns
Therein even the freeze turns to warm lights
Eitherwhichway the goblet stays full
Or I be empty drowning in my own brood
The currency I understand and must
Necessarily swallow me whole
For I am parched, as is my very soul
and there can be no love for me, tenderness even
My respite resides in stale rye, malt or mead.