The alcohol cabinet glistened.
The beast inside awoke and listened.
The booze spoke to him in devil’s tongue.
It didn’t matter that he was young.
The miniature bottles fit perfectly in his hand.
They tasted rank but it’d all been planned.
“Sneak them into school and drink them in class. Stumble around and fall on your ass.”
His friends were game and having a laugh.
But they didn’t know the pain he’d endure.
The future suffering. The life of manure.
Thankfully, that’s all in the past. It’s all a second thought.
Today’s a new day. No more booze to be bought.
A day in the sun with his son is his reward.
Like a team who were losing, now he has scored.
He got knocked down but kept on fighting.
Recovery is possible. His future is no longer frightening.
I love the hopefulness in the last line. “His future is no longer frightening“. Nailed it!!
I like that you did this as a poem!