I am adrift
Stranded in the dipsomaniac sea
I float my boat
Drown my sorrows.
I lost myself
Idling at the inn at the crossroads
Where I drank a toast to resolution
Laughing and joking
As opportunity past.
Then came the flood
The rush of the watershed
My life
My loves
All washed away.
Promises
In truth
Became lies
I spent too much in the last chance saloon.
Enough of these beer sodden excuses
I can’t turn back the tide
The blame is mine
I carry the can
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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