Broken glass spread about the floor,
Mixed with the whiskey dispensed with a pour.
Angry words tossed with a blow,
Hurts once contained, now out of control.
Liquor’s prisoners doomed to repeat
Nightly scenes – far from discreet.
High school sweethearts sworn to each other-
Look what they’ve done to one another.
Once young lovers grown bitter and old,
Harboring resentment of a love gone cold.
Dreams fueled by doubles night after night,
Crushed by reality at daylights sober sight.
Shattered memories of times long ago,
Swept up in pieces, broken status quo.
Memories of lovers now torn apart,
Just hurt feelings and long damaged hearts.
– Clarence Holm