A whole entire person reduced
To some ashes and a wooden cross.
On the ditch of the highway that their car was seduced
Their false headstone covered in moss.
Imagine the guilt in the heart of the alcoholic.
The pain eating away at them,
and the echoed courtroom shouts of the vitriolic.
What they cause, they become.
Jan 7, 2019
Jan 7, 2019 at 8:01 PM UTC
A whole entire person reduced
To some ashes and a wooden cross.
On the ditch of the highway that their car was seduced
Their false headstone covered in moss.
Imagine the guilt in the heart of the alcoholic.
The pain eating away at them,
and the echoed courtroom shouts of the vitriolic.
What they cause, they become.
Just a little poem I wrote up in about 10 minutes. It's not the greatest, but what can you do.