THE DRUNKARD
The drunkard drank and laughed the day away
and cried at night to keep his demons at bay.
And while he wept, he stared into the dark
and began to pick his life apart.
He sat and feeling stupor in his head
and figured he would be better off dead.
He crept back to the night to seek his rot
and looked up at God with liquor-sudden breath.
The thoughts and tears flowed as a violent wave.
He could not grasp the way that he behaves.
And though he never found the words to say,
yet still he drank and laughed the night away.
~ Justin M.