Online Journal of Poetry
Volume 1 Issue 10 January 2004
 

 

A Wake Up Call
by Tim Trueblood


Just wondering thoughts as they Run through my mind some how it ends Up back in time, when my life was A mess and I drank all the time, For the past twenty years I felt Like I was doing time, as my mind Was locked up and filled with grime, Even though I had a job and thought I was doing fine, In reality all I Was doing was paying fines, until One day I woke up in a real state Of mind, and realized I'm not paying Another dime for the stupid drinking Crimes, and as of now it's been a Year without a drink and now my mind Is clear and I feel more complete.

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