Posted: June 15, 2014 in Poetry
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drinking alone 1


At 8 am,
As the sun shoos
Away the morning mist,
She sits alone
In the backyard
Reading a book
About alcoholism
And addiction,
Pausing momentarily
To raise a glass
Of wine to her lips.

By David Allen

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  1. Mike says:

    Simply harrowing in it’s simplicity. Nice work.


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