Drunken man
By: Desirae Akers
Drunken Man
What is going on through his mind as he savors his forbidden drink?
He does it so much I don’t think he ever has time to think.
I know he does it for himself; selfish bitter man.
He doesn’t even realize how it effects me.
He’s to drunk to talk to you without yelling.
He’s to drunk to be serious.
He’s to drunk to even bother spending time with you when you really need him.
He always forgets.
You figure after awhile he’ll just give up and quit, but it’s in him forever.
A drunken man is in him forever.
I just learned to deal with it when he drinks all the time.
I don’t want him to know that he makes me mad.
I tried that once before, but it blew up in my face.
He must use it to get away from everything, from me, from the family, from work.
I don’t really know.
I’ll never understand why.
Deep down inside though, it always bothers me.
He always bothers me.
The smell of his breath when he gets in my face.
His stupid attitude about everything.
He might as well not even be there.
Because when he’s drunk, he’s never really there.
