My Father Drank
My father drank
trying to convince himself
that he can drown
his shame and sorrow
.... in Rum.
Most people would say:
"Sorrow can swim."
That's a cliche
The sorrow didn't knew
how to swim
Enchanted by the shame
it fell deeply in love
while sinking
to the bottom of the cup
My father stubbornly
holding onto his cup
jealously watching
the romance
drank little more
A lot more
sinking to the very bottom
of a human existence
where he found
just more shame and sorrow
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