Every drink that he took was killing him.
Body and mind.
Stopping wasn’t an option.
Not at this point.

He was a runaway train.
Having to stop didn’t cut it.
The compromised lifestyle.
The hospitalisations.

What would it take?
This didn’t enter his mind
As he continued on his way
Towards a gruesome end.

He couldn’t even see that coming
Despite the warnings from friends and doctors.
Alcohol was his friend.
Nothing else mattered.

It came one out of the blue.
He still can’t explain it to this day.
He wanted to stop.
‘Want’ was his impetus.