drunken stupor
in a sea of turmoil
the soul wrenched
to the point of spoil

ever looking for the answers
in a dram or two
yet none come his world
steeped by the brew

to rise above
the bottle's neck
to be clean
not a train wreck

where to seek refuge
a port beyond the grog's hell
to be again
of mind and soul well

the plimsoll line
that equalizing point
to recover life's direction
without the *****'s anoint

a sea of height
the beating down of alcohol's grip
to make fast
the rudderless ship