Life

My father wasn’t an alcoholic

Photo by cottonbro



My father drinks

He wasn’t an alcoholic

He just drinks

so much

that I’m afraid he might sink one day


He finds fun

at the drinking table

He finds joy

next to the bottle



He never does anything wrong

Never stumbles where he doesn’t belong

Never raises his hands against anyone,

Never strays into any dismays


But

he still drinks

so much

that I’m afraid he might sink one day

in his own sadness