The Empty Glass Poem by John F. McCullagh

I woke up before dawn with my eye whites bloody red.
The fierce pounding in my skull made me wish that I were dead.
My lips are cracked, my throat is parched, my mouth is desert dry.
I don't remember last night, no matter how I try.
I've woke up in a strangers roombut know not where or why.

I had misplaced my childhood faith that I had gained through my baptism.
As a teen I seized on alcohol as my replacement ism.
There the spirit was available to all who had the price
and of course I never listened to anyone who gave advice..

I have slept at times in gutters when the weather wasn't cold.
I have peed on strangers lawns near taverns where my drug is sold.
I have gotten into fistfights, the kind that no one wins.
My family doesn't want a son who drinks and reeks of gin.

Today you find me seated in a church basement for a change.
I'll own up to my failings. A sponsorship will be arranged.
You see I've hit rock bottom and that will be my foundation
I hope my newfriendBill W. will lead me to salvation.