I was sloshing down two cans of hard Coca-Cola a day.
Quivering like a fool.
Family were in tears around me.
Begging I drop the stuff.
Pleading for a return to normality.
Their waterlogged eyes stared,
I placed the can's spout to my lips,
Guzzled another mouthful.
A process almost instinctive.
I held the can aloft,
Masking the weeping family.
I stroked the can.
Leant in for another swig.