Attacked By A Drunk
Perhaps it is futile
To even start
Amends
When all the while
Attacks impart,
Offends
Just watching
In my corner
With a smile beside
When will he be sober
Right now still
Drunk with Pride.
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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