Panagiota Romios Poet Rhyme

Whiskey Love

Remember hangover days?
Dreadful headaches, you wished
to die!
But your soul fixing took a while to
return.
All your funky promises to never
do this again!

Alas, there you were in the bar to
be bad and to play.
You were there,to get sky high.
And the candle at both ends to burn.
To fly as high as a beautiful wren.

One day, in agony, you knew you
had to find a new way!
You knew not where or why.
You felt as dead as one in an urn.
Suddenly, you had a sponsor, were 
at AA meetings,and your life took a 
miraculous turn.


              12-30-2020
              4:30am PST


     Dedicated to all in any Recovery
     Program. You can do it.
               Best wishes, 
                 Pangie

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Tom Cunningham December 30, 2020 at 9:51 AM Addictions like that are sometimes a downward spiral that many cant escape from. Tom Panagiota Romios December 30, 2020 at 10:36 AM Holy smokes, Tom! While you are accurate~ recovering people practice a program rigorously daily. I was focusing on them. Some people for multiple reasons will never make it. Drugs and being overweight cause deaths too. I owe you 5 dinners...at least..thanks for not running away from my poetry. Pangie