Friend Of Bill Poem by Friend Of Bill

Friend Of Bill



I lived in the bowls of hell.
Drunk and ashamed.
Those were days of plenty.
I had an abundance of stress
and strife. I woke up to a
bottle and passed out at night.
I never actually slept. That was life.
The mornings were hell until
I had my vodka. I was chained
to a beast.

Copyright Friend Of Bill 01-04-2009 ©

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