This poison, this filth… take it away!
I have no need to indulge in this disease, I will not be led astray!
It barters in tragedy and humiliation,
It charters a path to madness and self-annihilation,
It wrecks homes and brings about the end of any decency,
A hurricane of troubles leaving for peace of mind no vacancy.
As the winds settle,
As the fire is not heating the kettle,
You see yourself not a throne
Not surrounded by friends and cheerful, but miserable and alone
Caught in a swamp,
Tied down in the lies and false hopes of alcohol… the treacherous tramp!
by Vlad-Ovidiu Adam
Image source: Richard Peter David
