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Besotted Life
Alcoholics and drug addicts seldom realize that everybody is not like them...
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                                       Fogged glass filled with an empty past;
                                       mastered and plastered it will not last.
                                       Nightly bender, can’t remember,
                                       igniting the burning ember.

                                       Darkened mood left always to brood,
                                       spilling food and starting a feud.
                                       Criticizing beyond belief,
                                       dishing out pain without relief.

                                       Wretched and drenched covered in the stench,
                                       living life from the drunken trench.
                                       Besotted life, living a lie,
                                       keep it up and soon you will die.

                                       Loss after loss, paying the cost
                                       drinking until it is all lost.
                                       Entwined in time lost on the wind
                                       to the grin and grind ever pinned.

                                       Muddled in the puddle of bind,
                                       no other life enters your mind.
                                       Viewing life through a one-way glass,
                                       the past, the future that won’t pass.

                                       Playing tricks pretending to quit,
                                       can’t admit that you won’t commit.
                                       Why stop now?  Everyone is gone.
                                       Drink and sink getting more withdrawn.

                                       What!  What am I suppose to do?
                                       We both knew it was up to you.
                                       Rehab again…I’ll find a place
                                       and take you there and we’ll embrace.

                                       I hope this time that you will see,
                                       that being honest holds the key.
                                       Life is not the way you think,
                                       not everybody sinks in drink.
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