The Bottle’s In Control

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I tried to talk to him

I tried to reason it out

I know I wasn’t perfect

But he had changed so much

Not under his own power

Instead with a bottle in his hands

I knew he needed help

A type I couldn’t give him

I pleaded and begged

Did all I had been asked to

But with a brisk dismissive nod

I knew the talk was over

I had to stick to my decision

And he was trapped in his

Only he had the power to change

And he was beyond reach

If I had only known

How final that goodbye would be

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Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – brisk