Dry Drunk Poem by Justin Aptaker

Dry Drunk



i was born
to a mother who always is
trying to destroy me

my father
left
long before
i was born
i can never seem to find
where he's at

i'm so dry
such a dry, dry drunk
white knuckle sober

Sunday, June 30, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: alcoholism,drugs,existence,existentialism,god,rehabilitation,symbolism,addiction,alcohol
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Written by Justin Aptaker ca.2010
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