The Devil In The Bottle

 

 

I can hear the hysterical screams again!

I'm sure it's Evelyn writhing in pain,

Victimized by the plagues of her husband's bane;

An addiction from which he can't refrain.

 

 Adam comes home very late at night,

Heavily drunk and high as a kite,

And sometimes falls asleep under the streetlights,

And the gutters color his shirt the opposite of white.

 

So he would beat Evelyn into a pulp,

Crash on the floor and take more gulps,

Then fall asleep after baritone hiccups,

Leaving a big mess for her to clean up.

 

Friends urged her to leave, but to no avail,

She chooses to stay and face her travails,

Believing her beloved Adam is only off the rail,

So she keeps praying that change will prevail.

 

When he awakens, he begs her to forgive his rattles,

That his undoing is the handwork of the devil.

I just hope they win this desperate battle

Against the reckless 'devil' in the bottle.

 

-Temi