bottles lined up
like slipshod soldiers
bloodshot eyes
sagging shoulders

droplets of beer
cling to your beard
you’ve become like your father
the man you once feared

childhood memories
come trickling back
the well-concealed bruises
deep purple and black

you drown among your thoughts
as you sit recollecting
nightmares four decades past
the stage of correcting

truths eats away at your mind
like a repulsive infection
as you stare into your glass
and see his reflection

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