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The Alcoholic

So many years of torment, traveling through a dark, and empty void. Each avenue a destructive road, each passing day another painful load. So many promises, so many broken dreams. Disillusioned fantasies, self esteem torn down. Never a smile, always a frown. Hearts torn apart from lies and deceit. Never a friend when passed on the street, Families destroyed, children run scared. Lost to a world, from all that once cared. No place to turn in this living hell, The gutter his home, with just his soul left to sell. This is the bottom, from where he will come. All that will be left of his life, will be over and done. To most, this tale is symbolic. But to those who know him, he is known as; "The Alcoholic"

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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Date: 7/26/2011 7:28:00 AM
It feels so good to be able to sit here and read your very creative writing this morning James. I do hope to come back soon and read more of your excellent work. Love, Carol
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Date: 7/25/2011 8:32:00 PM
Well said my brother and the more the story is told the more solid the healing I am told...(sounds like i'm trying to be a poet).... Good job... Thanks for sharing the tale........ James
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