The Drunken Years

Lord, how long did I shed those lonely, drunken tears? With selfish pity for myself backed up with a truck load full of fears. I looked at life through an alcoholic haze. As I reassured myself this will stop, it’s only just a phase. There was no remorse, no shame, only the promises so neatly wrapped in lies. How can you love someone when all that they stand for is everything you so despise? Well I don’t know the answer, but I’m glad she never quit. Oh she’d get mad as a hornet, and throw her hissy fits. But still she would love me and take me back again. And I’d be good for awhile till I couldn’t control the urge that I fought so hard within. If you’ve never been there, there is no way that you could know. Every drink you take is like pouring gas on a fire, it just causes the flames to grow. It starts out innocent enough you drink for acceptance is usually how it starts. You never know when the hook is set it doesn’t even smart. And once it takes control you’re riding in the back. You’re nothing but a junkie without the needle track. Now I’m clean and sober and I live my life for Christ. Along with friends and family I think it will suffice.