"The Cessation," A Poetry Post

If you don't stop drinking,
your son will find you
standing on a street corner
in a mini skirt, holding a
100s slim cigarette between your
middle and forefinger,
wearing black fishnets and
hooker's heels.

If you don't stop drinking,
every thing you own and can own will
perish in an instant,
lost to your own depravity.

You are bred for commitment and
fulfillment.

If you don't stop drinking,
you will commit to doing it often and
doing it well.

You will complete your destruction
fully in a
drunken
stupor.

Don't listen to them claim that a
decanter's glass a day will keep the
doctor away.

If you don't stop drinking,
you will perish in a cadre of doctor's visits.
Your wealth will be consumed by
attempt after foolish attempt to stop
one addiction by another,
and you will die unhelped and
unholy.

You can be saved,
but your right to enjoy this
salvation will be halted.

We cannot save your thinking if
you don't stop drinking.

I place before you life and death this day because
it seems to me
that you prefer
when we reason this way. 

These are your options.
This is your moment.

Choose.

-T. D. James-Moss