Dean Wood Poet Ballad

Alcoholics Ballard

A bitter and twisted tale to follow,
everyday the same as tommorw,
same old madness that will follow,
empty dreams and a heart that's hollow.

Ill begin each day the usual way,
look in the mirror and see decay,
a hopeless soul is what they say,
still dressed in the clothes of yesterday.

I sit on my bed with no real plans,
except for liquid, to steady my hands,
frantically search my bedsit floor,
till i find what i'm looking for.

A half empty can of a real strong beer,
lost under the bed for maybe a year,
sit back on the bed with ergency and speed,
can to my lips for the liquid i need.

with every swallow the shakes dissapear,
twenty four hours till again the'll appear,
with ergency for more i head for the door,
checking my pockets to reveal my last score.


Now out on the street i encounter a stranger,
paranoid feelings as if my life were in danger,
stare at the floor to avoid eye contact,
and focus my attention on my beer contract.


as i walk i scan the floor for butts,
so i dont waste money on buying roll ups,
long ones a bonus but short ones a start,
for when i get home ill pull them apart.


arrive at the shop and drool at his stock,
calculating what i can get for my twenty spot,
eight cans of tennents and two bottles of cider,
then proceed to pay the shop minder.


the usual pleasentrys as i pay,
and as i leave he bids a good day,
with the job half done i head back to my slum,
not quite a walk and not quite a run.

arrive back home and slam the door,
just as the sweats begin to pour,
sit back on my bed place beers on the floor,
the liquid profits of my score,

drink the day back into the night,
slowly more getting as high as a kite,
drowning self sorrow and drowning self pain,
to keep myself from going insaine.

now a waste of a life i have to agree,
but i cannot deny that life was me.

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Jslambert Mister Roboto October 29, 2011 at 4:05 AM I was 12 years on the wagon. I am not a T-Totaller Sobriety guy, but I rarely drink. And I drink nothing like I did in my teens and twenties. Keep your head up...FOR YOURSELF and No one else bro. It takes Introspection, but not guilt and regret.

Toni Ann Nasi October 26, 2011 at 6:04 AM Hi !!!! I am so glad that you posted a comment on my poem. I was immediately drawn to this title and am in tears.....in a good way. I am an addict...currently in recovery. I can not tell you how much I relate to every word of this beautifully painful and honest poem. Than you so much for writing what is in your heart. I know how difficult that can be!! Have a wonderful day and always know that you are worth the fight! Dean Wood October 26, 2011 at 6:50 AM thanks for your comment. i too have been in and out of recovery and battle every day with my alcohol addiction. i wrote this poem while in rehab about 3 years ago and have found so much strength through poetry. and to you too allways remember tommorow is allways a brighter day. good luck to you too and keep the faith and the writing xx