I wrote this poem specifically to work out the obsession with alcohol of Tom Jacobs, the protagonist in my debut novel, Getting Home.
Friend or Foe?
It winks at me with single eye
And offers peace before it’s dry
It beckons me, “Take just one sip”
Then noise of mind will slowly slip
It swears to smiles and joy of heart
All in minutes of when I start
The price to pay is fairly small
Some little change for quite a fall
And maybe head or stomach aches
But what is this when peace it makes?
And though I swear this time the last
I take that drink to drown the past
It laughs at me, knows I am weak
My chance to win looks less than bleak
For this old friend, this wicked vice
Knows it holds me in frozen ice
My only friend, my only peace
This liquid holds but gives release
So I stay bound, each time I cave
A helpless ship tossed by the wave
No other way for me to cope
This drink to death my only hope
– June 5, 2005
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