Twenty Years In Algarve

Twenty years in Algarve (biography) I have lived in the upper Algarve for twenty years. I have been hiding away from life all those years, I know every bush tree, every bend in the road, seen, seasons coming and go, trapped in my own alcoholic mind, unable to be free from this slavery that only makes me feel at ease when the bottles have been emptied and sleep brings in a new day. Then working through the day, blind never taking the time to befriend anyone, relax; for my quest is the night when I can open a bottle of wine and dream the loser’s reverie and see myself if I could be free of the pasts ghosts. My childhood is my nightmare, only wine, for a while, stills my fear; those disgusting people who abused a child. Shall I ever be able to break the chain of fear, feel equal to fellow man? Alcoholism is a burden, a struggle I’m losing as I sink into old age misery.