Left with no choice
by chance
I found that room
that fog filled room
sad smoke hanging
from the ceiling
like vague memories
loitering at a wake
the smoke stained glass door
through which we walked
in a solitary daze
frantically searching
crazily seeking
desperate dreams
long lost
in an alcoholic haze. 


Author's Notes/Comments: 

Ode to Alcoholics Anonymous.

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