At the Bottom of the Bottle
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THIS IS WRITTEN ABOUT AN OLD FRIEND (WE NO LONGER ARE IN CONTACT I COULDN'T BEAR TO SEE HER AS SHE IS NOW) - LAST TIME I SAW HER HUSBAND SHE WAS IN HOSPITAL - HER LIVER IS FAILING... YET SHE REFUSES TO GET HELP - SHE DID GO TO A HEALTH FARM WHERE HER HUSBAND THOUGHT IT WOULD GET HER AWAY FROM THE BOOZE .... THEN HE GOT THE BAR BILL :-(
Trapped at the bottom of a bottle of wine
One taste on your lips – you think it’s divine
But look at yourself you’re an utter mess
Still in your dressing gown, not in a dress
Your business is failing your marriage is too
Yet you refuse to see what it’s doing to you
Your husband finds bottles hidden by the bed
All over the house - even in the garden shed
Yet you refuse to get help you don’t think it is wrong
We are fed up of hearing the same old sad song
Go to rehab - you promised to rebuild your life
Get back to how you were, a mother and wife
You need help to get over this affliction
Open your eyes, YOU have alcohol addiction
Jan Allison
20th August 2014
Written for Addictive Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Just that Archaic Poet
Copyright © Jan Allison | Year Posted 2014
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