Drunken Dreams

He dreamed of a great life. He dreamed of a girl that loved him. He dreamed of a house. He dreamed while the policeman awoke him of his alcoholic dreams. The policeman was a plague, like all the others. He woke to the harsh reality, to his cardboard house. It was the middle of the day and people were passing by. Even the streets have rejected him. His only lover was the bottle, but it ended too fast. 


The policeman arrested him,

put him inside for drunkenness,

it wasn’t his first time. 


… He dreamed of a life,

                           a life that have abandoned him

                                                                        long time ago.

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