The Bottom

Is it the bottom

Of this flask I seek?

I take a sip - and then another

And for the millionth time, I peek

Should have died

A drunken shit

Yet here I sit

Waxing lyrical-

A spiritual miracle

This is the story of my escape

Rejection of a prisoner's fate

I killed my jailer

An endless "djinn"

Warden

Of my self-imposed sin

Now I Live my life, neat

I run to the sun

On gifted feet, fleet...

Free of the crutch I no longer need-

Abandoned in tall grass, gone to seed