Poetry SITREP Written Works

The Deviant by Andrew Belet

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I live in defiance of a God who abandoned me

in the shrubs next to a brown river in Afghanistan

And for the sweet taste of bourbon on the rocks

with the throaty burn that gives meaning

How delightful must it truly be

to have that final sleep

Without the disturbance of dreams

to at last be nothing

Yet I refuse to walk across that rickety bridge

or gaze into the misty valley below

When everyday is the titanic struggle to remain

the combat of being refuses to end

For to conclusively give in would sacrifice forever

the sweet taste of bourbon on the rocks