Dependence

A poem on a drinking problem.

Forgive me Mother, for I have sinned, I will chant a drunken hymn:

Virgin Mary, seduce me with salvation from my daily woes! I ever so crave to be delivered from the damnation That tears me, so.

The fire in my chest Balls up all my sorrow The cinnamon embers warm my breast Whispering the empty promises of tomorrow.

The liquid stream rages forward, With the inhibitions swept and drowned. I can finally see colour in my world, Waiting for the beating to crash down.

My name has been stripped from a glass, My precious ones see a stumbling ass, With even fewer looking back. All I have left is you, my bottle of Jack.

I kneel before you and rest my ahead This is the end of my hymn, Amen.

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