Raspberry Merlot
I’ll never forget that first drink I had,
sweet Raspberry Merlot with my alcoholic dad-
He gave it to me with such ease,
my innocence died turning into disease.
I’ll never forget that first drink I had.
It dripped down my throat with fragrant desire,
I had ignited a flame of drunken fire-
It gave me intense pleasure,
beyond time or measure,
my heart raced and I began to perspire.
I grew up drinking that wine every day,
it drained to my stomach in a comforting way-
The sweet taste of fruit filled my soul,
nothing like that Raspberry Merlot,
until my life unraveled, began to fray.
It doesn’t matter how it was made or where,
all I know is of my life I didn’t care-
An alcoholic I became so quickly,
my passion for addiction I could see,
it was in my blood; was it really fair?
How was I to stop my need for this drink?
I couldn’t face the facts, couldn’t think-
I craved grapes from the vineyard,
my life became so darn hard,
fractured and shattered in one tiny blink.
This disease became my deep shame,
I was filled with frustration and blame-
No one could understand,
why I held wine in my right hand,
I must confess a mess I became.
Almost nine years ago I quit the bottle,
put in all the energy I had full throttle-
I strived for serene sobriety,
a life of tranquil propriety,
but on my heart left a raspberry mottle.
*mottle means: stain; blemish*
Alcohol Contest
October 15, 2017
Copyright © Lu Loo | Year Posted 2017
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