The look in his eyes was fire,
Flames burning in rage.
His world was coming apart
And it was out of his control.
No job,
No money,
No hope…
The flames will fade,
The fire will go out.
He had a temporary fix
With a bottle in his hand.
No pain,
No feeling,
No hope…
The fire became an ember,
Then the spark left his eyes.
From drop to drowning
He never had control.
No hope,
No future,
No life…
Wonderful poem.. Perfectly portrays hopelessness.
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