Poem -
Rough Justice
There is a long dirt track
that leads me
way back, to a door I left
behind closed,
  a whole lifetime ago ..
And boy
I swore then, I would
  not go back there again ..
There’s a whole
barrel of booze hiding
there too
in plain sight, can you
not hear
the crowd roaring,
or feel them, all ducking
  and diving and scoring ..
There’s a whole
trail of mistakes in a wake
that I made,
  in my rush for the exit ..
And casualties too
by the score but then who’s
counting, this is war
  and don’t we all know it ..
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Better not to knock at that door.Â
A good honest write here. BÂ
I have never been one for alcohol except in strict moderation .. the rest tho' is a good honest write .. thank you BÂ
It is a good write. There are lots of people out there really struggling with it. I think you’re showing sympathy here.Â
Adult psychiatry and addictions are my bread and butter B thanks again Neville 🍷
Sounds fun, Neville! What an exciting life you've lead!
I will pop on to your page and do some catching up!
Hope you're well xx
Good morning Tina, I am fine thank you for asking .. I hope you are too ..
You make an interesting observation here .. isn't it funny how different people see things differently ..
I guess when compared to some, my life has been relatively interesting and full .. and I aint going to knock it, yet despite, or in spite of all the positive experiences I have enjoyed to date, like everyone else, there have been moments I would rather forget .. Actually, that's not true because I try to chronicle them for posterity .. x
And we are lucky readers who get to read the fabulous snippets you write ✍️ x