Driven to Drink

The red blinking light from across the river is pulsing and driving me to drink. It is a throbbing beacon of unavoidable doom. Everything is quiet, but I can hear the light; it is counting down the minutes and laughing at my torment. It tells me that something in my life is missing. It clearly states that there are things that will always be out of my reach. I can see the red light. It is across the river, and it is driving me to drink.