Albert Ahearn

Alcoholism - Poem by Albert Ahearn

An opened fifth of hangovers
rests beside his dried driveled arm
(drug used by underachievers.)
Out cold, head resting on forearm
Unconscious in a dreamless world,
a portal often frequented:
an alcoholics netherworld
and mind most disoriented.
A parched throat forces arousal
And miasmic exhalations
rekindle once more pitiful
repeated, inebriation.
A morning swig begins his day
and ends the same as yesterday.

Topic(s) of this poem: Addiction

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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 21, 2014

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