DUI

It's true.

I drink.

I drink

and I DUI.

I first drank

at seventeen.

I mixed cider,

lager, wine...

I vomited in the

sink.

My then girlfriend

had to nurture me.

I stopped after that.

Stayed sober.

Then you came along,

and I smiled.

Then you left,

and I was sad.

I sat in a bar,

In a suit.

I sat in a bar

and I drank.

Jack Daniels.

Something strong.

Something to kill

the pain.

The heartache.

Every time I toast

a friend,

Every time I raise

that glass,

Every time I sit

behind the wheel

and pray that this is my time to die.

Every time I kiss the glass

and take a sip,

Every fucking time

it's because of you.

And I have to keep drinking.

I have to get stupid.

I have to get violent.

Feel that rage, burning.

That unspent passion.

Something that could

have been so beautiful

in creation,

Now a tool for destruction.

As I sit behind the wheel.

DUI.

Hoping the journey will end.

The very end of my pain,

Will come.

M.E.

26/11/15