The Last Drink
I saw her in the mirror.Who is she?
I looked behind me.
Couldn't be.
Where am I?
Who is she?
A beer lay on the
Counter
Not without the drugs to make it
Louder
What a shame.
She looks so lame.
Her clothes were torn
Her skin was scratched
She had the blackest eye to
Match
A broken mind and spirit
Gone to waste.
I remembered when
I bashed his head in
With a hammer
Went to prison.
Asking God for one more chance-
Knowing I was destitute
And all I had was nothing left to
Lose.
Walking to the back room
He lay there
His head, it wasn't torn
I couldn't figure out just what had
Happened.
And then I went back to the mirror
It was then that I did see her
It was
Me.
8-20-09
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