Neglected

Because he can no longer immerse himself in alcohol

To numb the pain, anxiety, and ravaged days he faces

He instead pours himself into writing poetry and prose

And his talent is amazing!

And it helps him, you know? But is it a substitute for booze? Another addition which might lead him to lose?

“Did you hear what I said?” I asked him once today.

“I’ve got people all over the world looking at my work; some will be published and I’ll write a book.”

“That’s really good and I’m happy for you you; you have true talent and it’s cathartic, too!” I said.

“Did you hear what I said?” I asked him again.

“I entered this contest; I entered that; responded to prompts with fourteen paragraphs – how bout that!

“That’s really nice; I’m glad it’s good for you,” I said sincerely.

“Did you hear what I said?” I asked once more.

“This stuff’s pouring out of me; I just can’t stop. I’m writing a series to help me work through; it’s difficult, but it’s something I really must do.”

“That will be tough, but it’s important to do; I’m happy you’ve chosen to do this for you.”

“Did you hear what I said?” I asked a fourth time.

“I’m really, really tired and I’m going to bed.”

I stopped asking if he heard what I said.