Drowning
He wept, sliding, down, down, down
where only an angel could touch
his bleeding heart, grabbing
the percocet and valium,
pouring gin into his glass.
He popped all the pills, all of them,
ingesting all of the medicine,
sobering him somewhat,
just enough to know he had pushed
the envelope too far stamping
the letter himself: unmailed.
He prayed to God one last time:
"Don't abandon me Jesus."
Laying down his weary head,
waiting for his final sleep,
warm dreams of a better place,
swallowing him whole.
(C) Michael W. Holland, 2011
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