Saturday, September 17, 2011

Addiction allows no conscience

An iron fist flows from the bottle.
A cry of hunger is illuminated from the sun.
A shadow of doubt comes from a promise.
Words so bold that shame ceases to exist.
Cry after the anger subsides.
Alcohol has taken what you have not.
Rob from the rich for you are the poor.
In your mind a king exists within.
A mother's deep love for her son.
Society despises a man who adores himself.
His disease and burden have become his riches.
No wealth has he who knows no God.