POEM The Drunk

Bloke slumped in the alley,
Whiskey bottle in his hand,
We sniff, look away in disgust,
‘Drunk again,’ we mutter,
Judging without knowing
His story, health and pain,
What has he suffered?
Was his soul destroyed by war?
Did his wife die in a car crash?
One cold night did his son suicide?
Let’s remember he is a person
Behind the disguise of alcohol.


#_Grief
#_Judgement
#_Life
#_Poetry

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