On the Brink
In the rain,
In the spring.
He needs a drink
A strong drink
He is on the brink.
The drain is up his neck,
But the sailor is on the deck,
Waiting to embark before the
check-in
He is on the brink.
He shuffled a deck of cards on
the table.
Held on tight to the cords on the
stable.
He is on the brink.
Anxiety grips, nerves all over
He needs a drink, he is on the brink.
Ranting and shouting hysterically
But constrained physically.
He wanted to propose to her
But he needed a drink to ....
Come out of the brink
Dutch courage is all he has now.
He is cowered when dry;
He needs a drink to get out,
He is on the brink when dry.
Copyright © Joseph Jeremiah Naye | Year Posted 2016
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