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The Battle

I let myself down
And picked up the bottle again
Drowning the pain.

In my moment of weakness 
I was less than brave

Craving that which hurts me
Killing myself slowly 
Isnt that insane

Here I am, at my most lowly 
To blind to see clearly

I beat myself constantly 
So, I drink

If you think this is wasted
You don't know my life

I lost it all because of the bottle 
No family,  no wife.

Maybe soon I can put it down
Not live so full throttle 

I hated myself that I couldn't control 
And that I picked up that bottle

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Alexis Y.

March 2, 2021 at 3:57 PM

WoW! BL, What a raw and real write. I could relate to the majority of your poem. Reading your poem was likened to looking in the mirror because I saw myself. I battled with alcoholisms as well. I was a slave to the bottle. Although I am sober these days, I don't take my sobriety lightly. Thanks for sharing this. I'm adding it to my fav collection:-) Alexis

Bradley Smith

March 2, 2021 at 4:24 PM

A lot of people do battle with it. All I was trying to do was give an honest reflection of myself. I'm glad you found something out of it

Niyna Desangre

January 19, 2021 at 8:01 PM

I fav this poem because it is very relatable. I may not pick up a bottle but I had an addiction that caused me health concerns. It was difficult to break,(I ate ice frantically). I still have the addiction of being stubborn and critical of myself and others. I have made strides yet I still remain a work in progress. "Addiction doesn't need company, it needs a cure. Thank you for sharing. May your efforts be rewarded. ***Niyna***

Bradley Smith

March 2, 2021 at 4:23 PM

It is a struggle this thing called life. I hope you are well