by Poetry99
© 2001 Dorothy E. Scott, all rights reserved
Do you feel remorse imbedded in your
uncaring heart?
A guilty conscience that rips the struggling mind apart?
As the life slowly seeped out of your
innocent victims on the ground.
Did regretful emotions cause your deceptive heart to
pound?
Was the temporary euphoria worth the
tragic price?
A pair of handcuffs and two unwilling victims for
sacrifice?
Can you look the grieving family with
anger in their eye?
Your loving compassion, in which bed did it lie?
You trapped yourself in a shackled
chest of selfish greed.
Letting your snared soul break open and bleed.
The tragic harvest your addiction
reaped in the open field.
Death and destruction the only crops that alcohol does
yield.