Anonymous
By Karyn Indursky
Holding a shot glass in one hand
with a cigarette in the other, the man cared not
what he was doing to himself or his child.
Stimulation
was all that mattered to him.
As long as he had that buzz,
he could go on...
tackle anything...
be anybody.
What he missed was his inner yearnings wanting
to break free to experience life to its fullest.
These yearnings could get him where he wanted to go
and help heal his soul.
While lost in himself, he was losing his child.
He never did get anywhere, though, because all he
did was drink up.