Sometimes he was filled

With the unholy spirit

And it pushed his psyche

To unforeseen limit

He had desperate ways 

Sadly not drowned by drinking 

But silenced them at times

Without feeling like sinking

The levels of his descent

Was hard for him to measure

Falling below the lines

Into a seeming displeasure 

Often while lost somewhere 

Crushed under the influence 

A flicker of old memories

Begun to ride his conscience 

There were other persons

Affected by his inebriation 

Though he made an effort

To avoid the confrontation 

Growing accustomed now

To the loneliness that comes

When his insobriety magnified 

What he’d been hiding from
Ria 2017