GRODY

I’m the one your heart seeks
When everything seems to be wrecking

I’m the one who lays by your side when you’ve passed out cold at the roadside in the stinging chill of night

I’m the one whom you hold firmly When tears are rolling down your scrawny deadbeat face
I’m the one you grip with might as you stagger, uttering streams of insults at whatever comes your way

I’m the one who whispers atrocities in your ears
I’m the one who forces your hand only to abdicate and flee at the first instance
I’m there for you but just for a moment
I’m not your ally
I seek only grody
If you so understand

I’m not an escape, not a swift retreat
I’m an iron chain on your feet
I’m the steel shackles that binds your hands
I’m helplessness
I’m Alcohol..

Muzamir