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Shattered glass there before my bloodshot eyes,

drunken memories hazy in my mind.

For years I’ve hid the problem with my lies,

thinking my friends and family had been blind.



Vodka burning down shriveling my soul,

my nose red and enlarged for all to see.

All my life the drinking has been my goal,

with many days blurred together from a spree.



Jobs lost while going off to have my fill,

not caring til I woke up and came to.

Then craving the need cause I had no will,

my liver going bad getting my due.



Finally separating from all those shleps,

I’m now sober embracing all twelve steps.