Sense Sonnet - Acher

Relapse

I was sober for 20 years,
Raising my children with my wife;
Sharing more laughter and less tears,
All in all a wonderful life.
Thinking somehow that I'd be spared
The folly of many a fool,
On a business trip I dared
The fates on a hotel bar stool.
In a few months, I had lost all.
And once again, I was just a slave
To that old master, alcohol.
Oh God, please put me in my grave.

There is misery with each breath,
That only will be gone in death.