A Collection of Poetry Book Three

Sober

Never in my life,

Except maybe three times,

Have I ever seen you.

Each time you had a beer bottle or can in your hand.

You don’t want to help yourself

Because you are haunted by the past.

It’s time to throw away the key

And lift this weight from me.

It’s clear you’ll never hear what I have to say.

Can you stay sober for more than a moment?

Or is this wishful thinking at play?

I don’t want regret

But it’s going that way.

So I have this last thing to say.

If ever you’re sober for more than a moment

We’ll see if we can form a bond of some sort,

But first take a hand

And learn to stand

And one day we could be friends.