Brother Bhunru Poet Rhyme

Drinking Problem

Forgive me, mother for I have sinned,
I will chant a drunken hymn:

Virgin Mary, seduce me with salvation 
from my daily woes! I everso 
Crave to be delivered from the damnation
That tears me, so.

The fire in my chest
Balls up all my sorrow
The cinnamon embers warm my breast
Whispering the empty promises of tomorrow.

The liquid stream rages forward,
With the inhibitions swept and drowned.
I can finally see colour in my world,
Waiting for the beating to crash down.


My name has been stripped from a glass,
My precious ones see a stumbling ass, 
With even fewer looking back.
All  I have left is you; my bottle of Jack.

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Beata Agustin June 3, 2023 at 5:04 AM Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts on "drinking problem" through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.