Cirrhosis Poem by Leo Yankevich

Cirrhosis

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Edema set in now,
ankles and belly swollen—
the future past looks foul,
the self soon to be fallen.

Yet, the will lifts the feet,
and carries umpteen years
down the stairs to the street
for only ten more beers.

Then, the return, ascent—
four stories up the stairs
to white walls and the rent,
the heights and the lament.

Wednesday, February 24, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: alcoholism,death
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Margaret O Driscoll 24 February 2016

Sad, such an addiction

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Leo Yankevich

Leo Yankevich

Farrell, Pennsylvania
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