Addiction,None As Blind
As a drinker i reflect on what i have lost
The price i have paid at such a terrible cost
My dignity my pride my marriage my health
My children my job my house my wealth
Its that part of the day again the part that i hate
My family wont be here wont even be late
I know they wont be here because of my lies
The deceit and the false truths the how’s and the whys
The years of me saying im stopping the drink
The damage ive done never stopping to think
Ive done all the rehabs on the hospital wards
The telling my children the we cant affords
Now in more ways than one im alone in the dark
Im left loveless homeless my bed is the park
And i know where will end my tale of woe
Lying face up on a cold slab With a label simply saying
John Doe
Copyright © Stan Bridge | Year Posted 2011
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