A Collection of Words: Free verse poems

Drunken Existence

He was a drunk.

Every night after work,
every weekend when he was off work,
he would drink.

When he did have work
he immersed himself
thinking only of the task at hand
to get it done quicker
to get his next drink.

He drank until he blacked out,
his body shutting down.

He never dreamed.

He did this
Every.
Single.
Night.

He didn't have hobbies.

He didn't help around the house,
not even to repair things
despite him being handy.

His wife ignored him.
His children ignored him.
Even the pets
ignored him.

And he saw no need to change.

When he died,
Alone,
in a filthy bachelor's pad
with beer bottles strewn all around him,
no one cared.

And when he met his creator
and she asked him
'Why did you live this way?'
he shrugged,
and asked her for a drink.

He didn't care enough to understand how that was wrong.
Nor did he understand,
at first,
the afterlife she bestowed upon him
was a punishment.

A doomed eternity
soaking in a beer bath,
never to be sober again.