Say a prayer for me

Just words

                          Say a prayer for me

Please friend. Whisper a prayer for me. I had lived swimming in sin, gin and bad love. Today I'm barren and alone.

A long time ago. I held great dreams. I thought love would be forever and I was going to save our world. I learn the vodka and juice wasn't my savior. Old men and old women who find the purgatory Inn. Last Tavern for the wasters of life and love. Are just waiting for proper ending.

Somehow I got twisted-up and I got used up.  I fell in love with bad women, the long highway and the new cities.

I learn. The highways, they never end.  The vodka and juice become more bitter with time. The traveling and the rambling man who lay no foundation. He will died alone.

Men who never show real face, need a prayer and a wish. The taverns people do pray for the lost comrades.  No funeral or grave for the people who loved so few.  Just drunk men and women wishing.  Their friend had finally find peace.

                                  John Castellenas/Coyote

Author's Note

just words

Reviews

[Isabella Ivy]

Not just words. A remarkable description of your version of what most experience in life: going from optimism and trust, to realization of self and the character of others, each case unique. Great and unexpected emotion visited as I read your piece. One word permeates in description: truth. Thank you for allowing me in. I.I.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Isabella for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.

[Isabella Ivy]

You are most welcome :) I.I.

[Cascara (aka Sprint Goe..]

sometimes happiness is forced, just so we can feel better about ourselves; natural happiness that comes without planning is harder to achieve; very thought-provoking write, overall

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you my friend. I was saved in 1996. Easy to find peace in disappointment and the tavern.

[Papaya]

Very moving. Too many lost souls turn to the bottle.
If not the bottle then something else that grants temporary reprieve from a cruel word.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are right Flora. I lost two brothers and friends/cousins to alcohol. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[Papaya]

You're welcome.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear John... I can identify with this story. I married a Veteran who drank a lot, but was very romantic and sweet when sober. Now he no longer drinks or smokes... and I am having a peaceful existence. A lovely "silver lining". truly, Pat

[Coyote Poetry]

I'm glad Pat. I lost many soldiers friends and family to booze. Hard for men to change. Thank you my friend for reading and the comment.

[Patricia Wedel]

You are welcome, John... Happy Valentines Day...

[Kelly Scheppers]

I had an uncle who drank too much. It's a wonder he would make it home when he did. But my grandmother was always there to pour him into bed. I think the bottle gave him some kind of backbone, for he would speak to me in ways that he never would, sober. It's an escape with the ultimate high, but what a morning after!

[Coyote Poetry]

Drink can save you for awhile. Once I try to drink myself to death. I was lucky. I found a woman with children who made me learn. I wasn't so important. What I leave behind is what life should be. Your uncle, like many. Found peace in the the devil tool. Thank you Kelly for reading and the comment.

[Tony Jordan]

- not 'just' words but wise words full of undeniable truths Coyote. You'll not be alone but you can have my prayers my friend.
:)

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Tony. All of us can use a prayer.

[Lydia Shutter]

Such a sad write, John. Alcohol has ruined so many lives and continues to do so. Those who rely on alcohol as a friend will never truly have compassionate company when they most need it. Peace is not found in the bottle. Wise words. Lydi**

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree Lydia. My father and many good friends in the military. Die slowly by the drink. Thank you Lydia for reading and the comment.