He drowns his pain
one can at a time.
There's little ways but this one
etched into his mind.
The stars in his eyes
grow dull,
the memories and hurt
begin to fade,
with each swallow.
But as his troubles temporarily decrease,
my worry increases, tears stain my cheeks.
It hurts to know he does this,
that he sees this as an easy way out.
But as he sobers up again,
I wonder if he still thinks it was worth it.
YOU ARE READING
Bits and Pieces.
PoetryDear reader, this won't necessarily be a story, rather my poems and thoughts. If you are brave enough to venture into my mind and my work, I will welcome you with open arms. Thank you. Sincerely, a.f.
