Lingering Affects - (A Fictional Tale)

He wakes up once again In a holding cell, No one sitting near him Due to his awful smell. The policemen who have grown to know him Come to set him free, Knowing it won’t be long Before he’s back in their company. “Come on Joe, it’s time to go; You need to stay off the juice.” But they know that’s not bound to happen; They know about his drinking excuse. Joe wasn’t always homeless, In fact he was doing quite well; Until he kissed his wife, goodbye; As she entered the 9/11 hell. He was walking back to their condo, After accompanying her to the towers; The first plane was soon to strike, Then he searched for her for many hours. To many its now history, And visitors come view the site; To Joe it was the end of sense, And the end of his sober life. The alcohol doesn’t make him forget, Just helps to dull the pain; Until he finally passes out To awake in the jail again.