Wednesday 20 November 2013

Night of the Richard

Woken again from a listless sleep,
Drenched in sweat, partner snoring. Wide awake.
Night after night I wake and I groan and
I scream to myself to ignore the pain
But I can't.

Something resides deep inside but I don't know
How to go about cleaving it from my chest.
Nightmares: night scares, old women, Detox,
Dying dragons, strictures scraping at my soul.

The thoughts drift as I lift the bottle to my
Parched lips. Parched from the booze.
Richard, heal thyself. Sober no more.
Now the war me. Battle time.

Still no sleep.

This week's (and I use the term loosely) prize is an all expenses paid trip to the best place on Earth! 

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