Abstinence is a new key
It's the only way a man can see
Abortion laws is no joke
Putting women in a yoke
So, how can a women be free
Many dry seasons have passed since his last drink
John retrieved himself from a slow deadly brink
Gone are the wretched times he puked in the sink
But he remembers the vile vomit coloured in pink
Blood and acid flushed away from churning bile
Self-destruction on his slate and a bathroom tile
Right behind the grimy loo basin in projectile style
To which he reached out with a grimaced smile
No one left to blame for addiction’s sloshed trait
It dawned that only he himself could temper his fate
Clean up the besmirched mess from anger and hate
To take responsibility for his reckless calamitous state
Honesty won over deceit and it cut like a sharp knife
But it helped to search for a far more meaningful life
In the process he even found a lover soulmate and wife
She and sobriety saved him to love again and survive
17th February 2020
Each day you become more beautiful to me
I drinking more of loneliness
And you drinking more of the sun's sweet milk
As though through a glass behold
Your cream turning to the desired gold
Your songs softening into silk
I would drink you and find true happiness
But could not exist after your history
So let me pine and claim another joy
The joy of longing that make you sweet
Or race the heart at the sound of your feet
While our love finds opportunity behaving coy.
I
predictably
made you accustomed
to my love
with daily and intense doses
of passion, enchantment
beauty and magical chaos
so
one day
I could kill you
like an addict dies;
in pain.
Patricia Evans