Hero

Written Memorial Day Weekend, 2009

 

He was broken from his glory days;

the whiskey wasn’t working anymore.

There was no way he’d ever change his ways;

he drove back over to the liquor store.

The devil had been on his mind again;

he fought the feeling today was his last.

He could not twelve-step away from the pain;

just praying that this moment would soon pass.

Then he awoke in vomit, blood and tears;

the Sig Sauer was lying on his chest.

He had been dying daily all these years;

now he was dying for a lasting rest.

He knew he’d never see his friends again,

then bowed and said sarcastically, Amen.

About soitgoes1984

I was born and raised on land stolen from the Pocumtuc. I now live on a small island in the middle of the Pacific ocean, on land that was stolen more recently, from the Hawaiians. I am addict, struggling to kick the habit of fossil fuel. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License.
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