Alcohol Poem by Nancy Trembley

My old dysfunctional friend
Knocked on the door again.
I keep telling him I'm not interested.
But he is very persistent.
The liquid he is pushing.
I find repulsive.
But can't stop looking.
Like a train wreck.
I am.
Sad.
I try to walk away.
My legs walking through sludge.
My life, my heart, my spirit.
Spirited away again.
To a place I recognize but hate.
How does he romance me?
I find myself again hungover.
Oh God please let me off this nightmare roller coaster.
And every time I say I won't.
I find myself sailing away willingly happily.
In the same mean, hurtful, and treacherous boat.