Drunkard’s Remorse

September 1, 2017

Walks through alleys, walks unseen
hidden from the normal ones.

Too ashamed to walk among them,
Too scared to fail.

Turn bottle to the mouth,
Sit in taverns, turn money
into red upon the floor,
losing items on ones person.

Reckless abandon.

The love starts to flicker,
not sure how much it can take.

Falls into puddle for days,
no work, not sleep, half alive,
half dead. The beatings,
the failings, the….pain….

Deepest sorrow.

Lost money.
Busted tire.
Embarrassment.
Devastation.
Fights.
No Love. No Love. Silence. No touch. No Love for him.
Walk among the people of the street daily.
See the path they have before them, daily,
try to save them. Save yourself first.

Deepest sorrow….now forgiveness….but never forget:

Lost money.
Busted tire.
Embarrassment.
Devastation.
Fights.
No Love. No Love. Silence. No connection. No Love for him.

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