sometimes in the dead of night those strangers come sit by my bed

when i awake they stare at me, wink and stroke their beards

they play a game of cards and the stakes are quite high

they offer me a drink and i say ”no thank-you, goodbye”……………..

i rouse myself from a troubled sleep and go to my computer in the room where the dogs sleep………………..turn on the desk lamp………….and sort out what i think………………i write because i don’t drink

the drink never solved anything…………… left me more confused in my reasoning………………………. i gave it up when i admitted i couldn’t win and i managed to regain my life again………….

these words took on new meanings when they saved my life………..i said all of them before but never thought twice about what i was promising and how it affected others lives……….

so i exercise demons that still remain………………they tell me they may leave and many may stay…………but they no longer own me and they don’t get their way…………

i write because i don’t drink………………………thank God

i write because i don’t drink