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TEMPTATION
By David Allen

The piece of paper
Plucked from the poet’s
Brilliant Ideas jar read
“Temptation is sure
To knock on your door…”

Temptation rings so often
It creates a tinnitus hum,
A constant ringing, whooshing
Electric buzz that drowns
Out rationality.
The tempter is the urge
To fix the broken people
Ringing constantly,
Begging, pleading,
Demanding.

The enabler futilely tries
To save them, to prevent
Their final fall, the plunge
To the bottom of the pit
Their addictions create;
Until he, too, breaks
In spirit, helplessly
Caught up in the
Spiraling descent.

Hopeless, he shouts
“Stop this! How can
I stop this?”
And, finally, a voice
In the darkness answers:
“Temptation may ring,
But you don’t have to invite
It to dinner. Say ‘No’
Just say NO!”
It’s then the ringing stops
And there is light.”

 

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ALKIE

My love lies passed out
     On the old living room couch
            Wine bottle’s empty.

………………………………………………………………

SOMEDAY 

Someday I’ll look back
     At all this chaos and strife
          And smile and walk on.

………………………………………………………………

MORNING 

The sun rose today
     Brilliantly bright and strong
          And then so did I.

 

By David Allen

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THE TIPPLER

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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FINAL NOTE

In his dream he convinced
himself that it was all right
to leave his love alone
for two weeks while
he visited his family
on the tropical paradise,
where he lived before
his retirement and return
to the United States of Discord.

Alcohol clouded their marriage
for a decade, isolating them
from family and friends.

She told him her addiction
was under control,
she had quit after
a near fatal bender.
She swore she was winning
her battle and had stopped
self-medicating in her
war against pain.

So, he left, but was concerned
when his daughter met him
at the airport and his car
was gone from his drive.
The house was dark and
he found a note tacked to the door.

“I choose the booze,” it read.

When he awoke at 7 a.m.
he walked into the living room
were his love lay passed out
on the couch watching TV,
a nearly empty bottle of wine
sat on the chest in front of her.