“After a hard days stress and toil
Human stress-spring
needs uncoil”
A drink or two was
perfect, he thought
To drown his worries,
to loosen his knot
The style, the glam,
the clink of glass
Made him feel apart,
a different class.
Soothing down or cheering up
Alcohol to celebrate every triumph
Moving slowly from bar to home
Alcohol stalked him to his bedroom
A casual fling, ‘just a small’
Became a habit to daily enthrall.
Liver cells are clever, when good
Challenge them with
any type of food
Milk or bread or chicken shred
They reliably give you
back energy instead
Alcohol, slowly make them sick
The cells would swell,
fibrose and stick
The beautiful hexagon
hepatic cells
Turn into a mass of grey-hard-gel
As he downs the last
drink of the day,
Cirrhosis Liver had come to stay
Some more years
and many more pegs
Brings yellow eyes and
swollen legs
By then the damage
is already done
System failure has set
in one by one Gone are the style,
the glam and clink
No friends to cheer, no on-the-rocks drink
I wonder, as I see him huddled in bed number three
Effect of a curse, that promised him life stress-free.