A blonde tousle-headed lad
prone to alcoholic binges,
a marathon runner, from life,
pain, memories.
A sensitive lad, thoughtful,
does his best to follow
a path that disappears
in front of his own eyes.
He struggles, parents far
away, no, he’s not an adult
even if he can drink and vote.
Just out of detox this afternoon
and back to the same life,
no more answers, maybe
the alcohol dulled the
questions and at least
he can sleep tonight.
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