like son

like son

A Poem by Brian L

I am my father's son

drunk on cheap scotch

and guilty of murder,

except I have only murdered myself

which is far different than any Vietcong


This is why we will never 

understand each other.

The war I fight is not the war

he fought


yet I still respect him

even when he disrespects me

and our only camaraderie is 

the one shared at the bottom of a 

god damn bottle. 

© 2020 Brian L


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Excellent. Not a word wasted. Gritty.

Posted 3 Years Ago



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Added on November 15, 2020
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Tags: poetry, prose poems, love, love poems, thoughts, raw, relationships, breakups, depression, dirty realism, writing, confessional poetry, alcohol, addiction

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Brian L
Brian L

Chicago



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