Intemperance Served Two Ways - Poem by Indira Donegan
He drinks too much
to make the conversation easier.
His slurred speech alienates me,
I have to leave.
Retreating far enough
And loneliness to hold my hand in private.
This too shall pass.
And I know I can never get farther away
No longer held down
By the dreams of my youth, only
Painfully bound to the loves
Of my children
And the shame of losing, quitting
I can't be the one who breaks the wedding china.
My ego says tsk, tsk in the mirror.
You say I cannot understand
But I do.
Alcohol is like pride.
Too much of it makes you a fool.
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