Deadly Drinking Brings Her Home

Not caring what people think
She just takes another drink
Stronger than the one before
She is swigging more and more
Trying to drown all the pain
From the sight of the blood stains
She walked into late one night
Memories of such a fright
Seeing her family so still
Her mind just started to fill
Visions of minutes before
Until she walked through the door
With no happy sounds to hear
There's a quiet everywhere
Until police sirens blast
Her house starts to fill up fast
She shuts down and can not speak
From her eyes tears start to leak
A look of horror on her face
As body bags are closed and laced
Weeks and months are never helping
There is no way of forgetting
The torture that's in her mind
Every second she will find
Flashbacks to that deadly scene
Going back and forth between
Seeing happy days before
A new one shows her all the gore
She found in that horror house
Her children and loving spouse
Taken away far too soon
To the stars and heaven too
With a drink in both her hands
She can hardly walk or stand
Trying to understand why
Her whole family had to die
Hoping all her drinking will
Poison her enough to kill
So she can join them once more
Her heart stops---she's on the floor
Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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April 16, 2014 at 6:00 PM
ROBIN, Congratulations, enjoyed stopping by. Luv ~SKAT~
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April 16, 2014 at 9:52 AM
This is a sad but well told story, congrats on your win.
Deschler Avatar
April 15, 2014 at 2:10 AM
Such a tragic and emotional story that you told in this poem. No one should have to go through this kind of pain and suffering...Great rhyming and a smooth word flow. Well done, Robin! Congratulations on your win!
Goff Avatar
December 21, 2013 at 7:59 AM
Sweet Pea! Exorcism in a bottle...been there...not goin' back! Love, jimbo
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November 21, 2013 at 9:40 AM
As an alcoholic, I totally related. Alcohol poisoning nearly killed me once upon a time, so I really connected to this piece. Good job, Sweet Pea! :)
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