Jeff Morehead Poet Rhyme

Drunkeness

Drunkenness

You used to come home late at night,
While I was still sleeping.
You used to slam all the doors,
While mom started weeping.
Who was this man before us?
Only his face I recognized.
Who was this man who swore to stop?
But only told us lies.
Sleep was like medicine for you,
In the morning you’d appear.
And plead for forgiveness,
Like you’ve done for over a year.
Though my heart would say yes,
My mind could not forget.
And after all of this time,
I’m still not over it yet.
You took from me security,
Something a child desperately needs.
I’m fearful of closing my eyes,
For you planted the seed.
You battled with this addiction,
Not wanting to be saved.
You stayed with the bottle,
Right up to your grave.

* Written for a friend who lost his father to drinking.

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Judy Konos April 14, 2011 at 7:48 PM you have captured the traits of an alcoholic completely. Today we know that one could never be an alcoholic unless they have the gene however that solves nothing. It must be horrible to be addicted to alcohol, something no one could possibly want and difficult to control. Thank you , Judy