Alcoholism Poem by Carole Moran

Alcoholism



Out of the night
Comes a runaway train
Heading for us.
We reel from impact
and stagger away
into our own hell.

We search for a keeper,
a doctor,
a jailor,
to no avail;
And then we leap
into the unknown.

(May 25,2008)

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