Get Your Premium Membership


Many dry seasons have passed since his last drink John retrieved himself from a slow deadly brink Gone are the wretched times he puked in the sink But he remembers the vile vomit coloured in pink Blood and acid flushed away from churning bile Self-destruction on his slate and a bathroom tile Right behind the grimy loo basin in projectile style To which he reached out with a grimaced smile No one left to blame for addiction’s sloshed trait It dawned that only he himself could temper his fate Clean up the besmirched mess from anger and hate To take responsibility for his reckless calamitous state Honesty won over deceit and it cut like a sharp knife But it helped to search for a far more meaningful life In the process he even found a lover soulmate and wife She and sobriety saved him to love again and survive 17th February 2020

Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.

Please Login to post a comment

Date: 4/23/2020 7:36:00 AM
Login to Reply
Neumann Avatar
Kai Michael Neumann
Date: 4/24/2020 6:55:00 AM
Thank you. true love story ...