I woke up before dawn with my eye whites ****** red.
The fierce pounding in my skull made me wish that I were dead.
My lips are cracked, my throat is parched, my mouth is desert dry.
I can't remember much about last night, no matter how I try.
I had misplaced my childhood faith that I had gained through my baptism.
As a teen I seized on alcohol as my replacement ism.
There the spirit was available to all who had the price
With services held daily as habit turned to vice.
I have slept at times in gutters when the weather wasn’t cold.
I have ****** on strangers lawns near taverns where my drug is sold.
I have gotten into fistfights, the kind that no one wins.
My family doesn’t want a son who drinks and reeks of gin.
Tonight I took a seat in a church basement for a change.
I’ll spill out all my secrets. A sponsorship will be arranged.
I know I’ve hit rock bottom and that will be my foundation
I hope my new friend Bill W. will lead me to salvation.
Nov 3, 2017
Nov 3, 2017 at 8:39 PM UTC
I woke up before dawn with my eye whites ****** red.
The fierce pounding in my skull made me wish that I were dead.
My lips are cracked, my throat is parched, my mouth is desert dry.
I can't remember much about last night, no matter how I try.
I had misplaced my childhood faith that I had gained through my baptism.
As a teen I seized on alcohol as my replacement ism.
There the spirit was available to all who had the price
With services held daily as habit turned to vice.
I have slept at times in gutters when the weather wasn’t cold.
I have ****** on strangers lawns near taverns where my drug is sold.
I have gotten into fistfights, the kind that no one wins.
My family doesn’t want a son who drinks and reeks of gin.
Tonight I took a seat in a church basement for a change.
I’ll spill out all my secrets. A sponsorship will be arranged.
I know I’ve hit rock bottom and that will be my foundation
I hope my new friend Bill W. will lead me to salvation.
a troubled homeless teen attends his first meeting of alcoholics Anonymous
