fragments, Non classé

Year One

silence, great silence,
and then came a huge boom:
the drunk had fallen yet again.

his skull cracked against
a four legged wooden table
but he did survive and lived
to drink another day.

they put him in a bed
all tied up
on medications
in a hospital that felt like a prison.

that was the cost of being alive

it meant not being free.

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