with this drink…

for nine years a drop was not drunk…dry as a bone…no liquor went past lips…nothing but coffee and club soda…a sober existence…

what was accomplished in that time of clean livin’…clear head prevailed…allowed me to see everything but at the same time nothing at all…couldn’t see love …didn’t feel it…felt anger mostly radiating from you…mad ’bout this mad ’bout that…wasn’t makebelieve…just wasn’t…

felt it when ya’ left me…felt it for a short time…don’t know why but your leavin’ was a blessin’…it’s when the real writin’ began…it’s when things in life was really explored…it’s when the drinkin’ started again…

and yes…yes…the blues sat-in…booze will do that to ya’…all placed on the page…stuck-out like raw nerves…blood-coated sheets tellin’ truths…nothin’ was hidden…veins were cut…honesty bleed…it bleed…

now i stare at a bottle of Paddy…given to me by a friend…i pour it into a dirty glass that used to hold cherrry juice…just a shot will do…i drink half of it and it burns…makes my head woozy…soul’s on fire…the page stands before me…

with this drink i thee wed…
i do…i do…i do….

Published by: dmseay

The writing is based on my surroundings and what I've been surrounded by. This language is coarse and politically incorrect; which I make no apologies for. These characters are not nice and to use any other dialogue would be disingenuine. That being said, I choose to roll the dice. dm seay

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