BANKRUPTED FATE (alcoholism)

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a slur of words

the concentrated stare

so vacant

trembling hands

so visibly shaking

without the aid of alcohol

misery in robbed human form

pathetic breath

railroaded

out of a drooling mouth

sleep interrupted

by sacrificial twitches

a magnificent gray pallor

so rumpled and confused

misguided humanity in

slow motion

to think someone's son

lays there in that bed

having allowed his life

to collide with

such a 'Bankrupted Fate'

the concept is almost vulgar

if it were not for

seeming so wasteful...........

(written March 1, 2002 115am)

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