ANOTHER WASTED DAY

August 1991

Navarre Beach Florida

Bleak memory through the darkness

I believe it was a Tuesday

Noon perhaps

A rare day off in paradise

Welcome break from my 80 hour work week

My comfortable townhouse deck

Gorgeous view of the emerald green gulf of Mexico

My dazed head

Slowly drifts back to consciousness

Groggy

A horrid taste in my dry mouth

Pounding drums of hang over misery

Still oblivious to the previous nights blackout

The Vodka demon

Still saturates my alcoholic veins

My first conscious thought

I need a drink

Brunch of drunkard

Eight parts liquor

Two parts juice

I sip my deadly elixir

Lounging in the blazing southern sun

Beads of sweat

Trickle down my chest

They reek of fermentation

My mind dwells on my beautiful Daughter Sarah

Tears well in the eyes of this addicted Dad

I ponder my daily plans

Surf fishing perhaps

My passion

Hobby if you will

A distant latter to my favorite activity

Pounding down the booze 

Paralyze the inner pain

With “pass out” intensity

Soon I am on my second

My thoughts begin to blur

Procrastination

Complete indifference

Clear judgment escapes

As the warm numbness consumes me

All intentions cancelled

As I finish my third cocktail

My last coherent recollection

I hope I applied some sunscreen

I can’t recall the rest

My shaking bones

Chained

Tortured

Vicious whirling cycle

On the Merry go Round of darkness

© Bill Grimes Jr. 2006