Indira Donegan

Rookie - 216 Points (Roseburg, Oregon)

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
For emptiness
And loneliness to hold my hand in private.
This too shall pass.

And I know I can never get farther away
Than this.
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
Leaving
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.

Topic(s) of this poem: love


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, January 24, 2016

Poem Edited: Sunday, January 31, 2016


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