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Drunk

She started off bright But life’s heartaches dimmed her light She fell into an alcoholic abyss For years she trudged along And her suffering prolonged All attempts at sobriety were remiss She was known throughout the place As her fathers’ big disgrace And coined by most as a modern day shrew She incessantly complained With language quite profane And received disdain from all but a few She was once a beautiful girl Who had intention in the world But that spirit no longer exists At 30 years she died And her father spread a lie That she had succumbed to a mysterious illness

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Andrew Hart

Date: 9/5/2014 12:35:00 PM

Hi Christine. I have reached the milestone of 3 years clean of alcohol ;) I understand it all.. especially the ending on a mysterious illness :) Thanks for commenting on my up and coming poetic arts

Christine Costello
Date: 9/5/2014 2:07:00 PM

Congrats on the years- Im coming up on 5 yrs again- I am glad you got the play on word mysterious-such a mysterious insidious disease. I have several other poems about addiction "That Night", "Family Curse" and "Dark of Night" as I and my family have been ravaged by alcohol and drugs. It's become a theme in much of my writing-just can't shake it. Thanks for reading and your kind comments.

Poet Destroyer A

Date: 8/29/2014 10:04:00 AM

Hi Christine, Thank You For replying to my comment :) LINDA

Andrew Hart
Date: 9/5/2014 12:36:00 PM

Hi Linda. I disappeared for awhile but am back now.. chh chh chh chh check me out :D haha

Poet Destroyer A

Date: 8/28/2014 2:22:00 PM

This is deep Christine, a well penned piece. The feelings are overwhelming, I also love your rhyme scheme. LINDA

Christine Costello
Date: 8/28/2014 2:25:00 PM

Linda, Thank you for your kind words, much appreciated feedback. :-) Christine

Poet Tacito

Date: 8/28/2014 1:34:00 PM

Powerful, yet so sad. Ah, the power of an artificial high. Big respect to you for this strong writing...

Christine Costello
Date: 8/28/2014 2:06:00 PM

Thank you for your words and thank you for commenting on my poetry. :-) Christine

Justin Bordner

Date: 8/28/2014 1:58:00 AM

Sometimes life seems an illness, like love, sometimes we want life to be an illness, and sometimes we survive proudly. This poem teaches me Christine...J.A.B.

Christine Costello
Date: 8/28/2014 2:08:00 PM

J-thank you for reading and commenting and what a nice comment it is-I'm touched. :-) Christine

Jan Allison

Date: 8/27/2014 6:28:00 PM

My friend is an alcoholic - won't admit to it and is ruining her life and her families. Such a tragedy when an addiction takes hold like this. A sad sad write and the final stanza speaks volumes about trying to cover it up:-( Hugs Jan xx

Christine Costello
Date: 8/27/2014 6:34:00 PM

Thanks Jan-It is a tragedy for all involved. Thank you for reading my poem. :-) Christine