Beautiful/Sorrow

Chained

Alcoholism, is a terrible thing for anybody to be bound to. A few people close to me have been enslaved by the drink. I'm sure that some who read this know of someone who suffers. It not only effects the user but their friends and family. This is one  experience.

The pain never ceases. The constant rancor in my life. Alcohol is a cure from my failing mind. I come home, red eyed, light headed. My senses dulled, with reality slipping. My face slumped down and my mom's voice tuned out. The tension in this house has been built up and was waiting for this moment. I look at him sitting on the couch.

I looked  up to him. I wanted to be just like him. I am a violent drunk. I throw a punch across his Jaw. Release.

He charged and I brace for impact. Few minutes later, we are outside. Father and son brawling. The son hates the father. The father trapped by a past act, hate that is fire. Burning and consuming till there is nothing left of a man. It wilts away to  the bone.

The neighbor comes to stop the fight. In a blind rage. My words partly slurred. "You want some too."

"No man, stop fighting."

I don't  listen but punch him in the cheek, knocking him back. He cowers away. My heart is torn, wrenched by what I've done.

"I'm sorry." I said but it doesn't matter, he was gone.

I leave the dumpy apartments and go hunting for my fix. I'm an insolent man. I stumbled, my balance was half gone. I gulp down the rest of the rum. I lied on the road, looking up at the sky. The stars bright and burning. My mind was fogged to the point where troubles faded and I became happy.

Then a car pulls up. I hear footsteps and then a man's voice. "Hey man, are you alright?"

I grumble some words. He picks me up and puts me in the passenger seat. I blacked out and we drove away.