Any Given Moment
In any given moment
He can change
Within a millisecond..
He let’s out a steady
Contemptuous rumble;
As frown lines form
Like shredded wheat
Upon puffed up platters of custard.
Tears shall accompany him soon
But first words
Words
Hurling themselves like frenzied cattle
Towards; bungee jumping skies.
He draws a restless tick tock breath
As yellowish skin
Toke’s up the smooth of mellowing Marlborough.
I cannot swim within his pain
Nor join him in his dance of tears...
© Deborah Gordon 2008
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Like this one Debs
like this poem Debs a heartfelt poem well written alcoholism must be a hard thing to deal with ,I had a violent Father but was due to compulsive gambling and if he didnt have the money to feed his need my Mother suffered, it was no joke to watch him beat her up,she divorced him in the end,I hated him for what he did to my mother I suppose it all boils down to the same thing, I can sympathise with you Debs it hurts bad when the one you loved turns ugly towards you.
from Willow
Thanks!
Thanks Willow, though this was just an observational piece:about Alcoholism in general, and not about anybody in particular.
DEbs :.)
ooop`s Debs sorry
Sorry Debs I misread your poem thinking it was you that went through the turmoil,good poem anyway from Willow
Thanks Willow
No worries!..it can be interpreted either way.
DEbs :.)
excellent, debs
the last two lines are wonderful - it is so hard to sympathize with someone causing pain even though you know that person is also in pain. What agony! Very well done.
joyce
Thanks Joyce
It's so true!, and you have summed up most of what i was trying to express here.
Thanks for reading.
DEbs