I stumbled.
Turning, I looked in the
Bathroom and saw the
Evidence.
Shower curtain torn,
Laying on the floor
In a pool of vomit.
Not again!
Powerless.
Not my favorite word
To say the least.
Sounds like, failure.
Small.
Sweet.
Fermented.
Steeped in brokenness.
Killer of relationships
Thief of dreams.
The mortar of excuses,
Able to destroy.
Yet impossible to
Resist
No matter the cost.
Regardless of consequence.
I know where it leads,
Yet I have no human capacity
To resist
These pesky grapes of wrath.
©2019 Steven Barto
