Shadow
At every meeting
behind every podium
I stand
when I have the floor
And times when I don't
I stutter before I speak
Only slightly, for I have control
No one sees the shadow that crosses my face
I swallow down the desire to speak the truth
It isn't any of their business
I get to the business at hand
Stifling my desire
It has ruined me
Made me into what I am
At the end of every day
Behind my front door
I bow down
I lay on the floor
I drink
I drink to my loss
I loose control
And slip into the shadow
I smile and whisper the words
"My name is Bill and I am an alcoholic"
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