Holy Water

alcoholism

It burns amber,
Like ember,
Cascading fire,
Warming his body,
Leaving his soul unclean.

This holy water,
Never makes him clean.
Leaves him less than whole.
Has shattered
Every relationship
He’s ever had.

It leaves him
Breathless
Broken
Homeless.

Home is where the heart is
So he wanders the cold
Ready for another shot.
This time,
He’s certain,
He will finally come clean.

But he will never come clean.
Will never know forgiveness.
Will never rebuild burning bridges,
And these bridges are burning
In alcohol and guilt.
And God knows,
He’s guilty.

This is home now.
He’ll never find a better place,
Unless he comes to a more honest place
With himself,
And within himself

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About St Basil Z Fish

Curator of the strange and incredibly awkward. A rambling writer with the misguided notion he has something to say. His only redeeming qualities are his wife and children.
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3 Responses to Holy Water

  1. Loving this stuff at the moment, it’s like a roller coaster ride, awesome works, awesome 👍

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    • Z. says:

      Thank you so much! I’ve been away for a little while, taken by a freelance project which demanded my full attention. I’m hoping now that it is finished, I can get back to my writing!

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      • I hate interruptions when inspiration flows, but, sometimes taking a moment solidifies the arrow, and you strike the target more often with a refocused aim, or you abandon everything in frustration because you can’t re-find your flow 😆

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