Feeling very sick
All alone with your bottle
It is a death wish
SOBER-:-
teetotal
sustainability
abstinence
nonfermented
sobriety
rewarded merits
a CLEAN BILL OF HEALTH
unmalted
dealcoholized
balancing
restart
recovering
SEVERE DIPSOMANIA
anonymously
attends
powwows
shared
stories
This is something I've said over and over.
On New Year's Eve, I want to stay sober.
I don't want my head to feel light.
No booze for me before the stroke of midnight.
Don't give me anything you have got here.
That includes any whiskey, wine, or beer.
For any of those, I will have no use.
Hold the vodka; give me plain orange juice.
It’s a shame, really
This feeling
It burns
The only way
That I can explain it
To the Non-Addict is
You want something
A specific something
To change your mood
But at the same time
You don’t
Yet you act on it anyway
Rehab
That
You didn’t teach me that this would be a lifelong sentence of surveillance
You just gave me a certificate
Slapped me on the back
And said
“30 days was enough”
Why is it so hard to climb just 12 steps?
This concludes the trilogy that started as "The Frozen Sun" then continued as "Tonight Will Soon Be Over"".
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I was woken by the drum of dawn—
light dripping through half-closed blinds,
the air still dancing to the ghost of Afrobeats
from the previous night.
Broken bottles stood like headstones,
each shard ready to draw blood.
My shoes slept apart, still mismatched—
a quiet testimony to last night’s confusion.
His laughter lingered in the air—
not the man himself, only his echo,
wrapped in the smell of palmwine and beer.
The mirror betrayed me kindly:
smudged lipstick, bruised tummy—
a woman reborn from quieted chaos,
half-ashamed, half-amused.
I gathered myself like scattered beads,
threading regrets through memory.
Somewhere between guilt and grief,
I found a strange calm—
as if the frozen sun had melted at last,
and warmth returned without a sound.
Outside, street hawkers broke the silence
that wasn’t silent,
their voices humming through the Sunday haze.
I stepped out barefoot,
hoping the earth would forgive
my drunken feet.
Sobriety does not keep you high, instead it keeps you dry, unable to be satisfied.
If it isn't now then when?
will you choose yourself
Over another week's binge.
When Will the eyes you've been blessed with
Be opened and able to see?
The person buried beneath your addictions.
Is crying out. Begging to break free.
Haven't you had enough of the days seeming endless.
all The nights you go sleepless
While your mind runs relentless?
Can I ask if it helped,
Putting yourself through such hell?
Was it worth all the pain?
Did it numb you that well?
The sorrow and shame still consumes you doesn't it?
It can eat you alive while it whispers
"you've got no chance"
I know its a mountain that you're up against.
It's no easy task.
And the climb will be steep, but the hurt, it won't last.
Flashbacks and cold sweats
Withdrawal makes you sick.
Skin crawls and nightmares
The thought makes you itch.
But if you allow yourself time to go through it
and heal.
You'll hit the top of that mountain and see how sobriety feels.
If not now then when?
You deserve the chance to meet yourself sober again.
When you partake of substances, the light grows dim/
A spark once divine, now lost within/
The mind, once sharp, begins to fade/
A prisoner of choices poorly made/
Chaos reigns, where order stood/
A life derailed, misunderstood/
The buzz, the high, a fleeting flight/
Leaves only shadows in the night/
Men deceive, diseases spread/
You will wake up not knowing how you got pregnant/
Regretful mornings, words unsaid/
A stolen future, a fractured soul/
A body poisoned, far from whole/
But say no and let your light ignite/
A beacon burning, pure and bright/
For God has crafted you with care/
A temple strong, beyond compare/
Choose the path where wisdom leads/
Plant the seeds of noble deeds/
Say no to drugs and alcohol, stand and fight/
And let your soul reclaim its light/
You enter my being
Like a sober euphoria
Sideswiped by a rogue wave
I fell into your higher grave
Coursing my veins like a lethal injection
Your love is like a sober euphoria
My warm blood now a cold sensation
I’m taken to the lover’s utopia
You devour me with your evil desire
Your eyes consume my secret soul
I slowly melt in your relentless fire
In you my half is now made whole
At the end of the meeting
You’re a sober euphoria
Just another swinging fling
In the true lover’s utopia
SOBER IN THE MORNING
A famous leader called Winston Churchill
Quoted a limerick that showed poetic comedy skill
It was Winston who named the Cold War
A riddle, mystery and enigma for sure
In that Soviet era
Russia came ever nearer
To knowing what Britain now stood for
Twice he became Britain’s Prime Minister
Post war prospects became quite sinister
Yet mostly what we seem to remember
Is that V-sign and his cigar’s lit ember
TITLE: SOBER
It's over but
Keeps coming over
One after another
Sober thoughts
Drained
Down
Sad ladder
Rising to blaze
Blades amazes
Eating
Void
Thoughts
Burning
Ablaze
Quenching
Inner fire
Get out of mercy
Self denials
Emerged
Established
Addiction
Illusion
Consumption
Destruction
Cells
Wrinkles
Surface
Ageing without race
No place to pace
Lost inner peace
Choas the body
Leads
Relent
Relent? Give up on
That addiction
Manipulation or
sober
slobber
over
never
Forever.
When I get sober I'll call all my friends
To make amends and convey apologies
Tell my mamma I'll be home tonight
Tell them that I was drunk
When I get sober I'll go down on my knees
Call on Jesus tell him I'm sorry
Tell him to wash away my sins make me whole again
Read the word to receive revival
When I get sober I'll call my love
Ask her for another chance to be loved
Remind her of the good times
Tell her I won't drink again
When I get sober I'll call all my side chicks
Ask them for closure and call it quits
Tell them I am sorry, I have a girl
Tell them I was drunk
Laying down with clean blood and a clear brain
Feels better, even if I have the small sadness ache and pain.
I close my eyes and smile because I was able to keep
Sober for a day, and can be sent to restful sleep.
But….who is standing in the corner of my room…?
Seven feet tall and over me this shadow of darkness does loom.
Just staring, unmoving, as I happen to be,
Since this paralysis demon is here for me.
I kinda forgot that he shows up when I have sober dreams
And he has friends to make sure we are on uneven teams.
Now that I see, I remember, why I was drinking.
Because I can’t move right now? Except for my blinking.
I can’t control my breathing, I can’t move my arms.
I can’t scream, and I can’t protect myself from harm.
Internally screeching, begging this devil to leave me alone,
Feeling icy tendrils dig into my flesh and start breaking my bones.
Then I blink and he’s gone and I can finally move.
I remember now what pushed me to what others disapprove.
I swear I tried to put up a good fight, but my attempt is over.
If I have to see him every night, I can’t go back to being sober.
Quiet sober love
rises with the morning Sun;
Unspoken desire
lingers from the night before;
Small talk has found the silence.
Drop a rock into a still pond,
and the ripples echo.
A large enough rock,
and a pond sized tsunami,
waves echoing beyond the edges.
Every step I take creates ripples.
Sometimes, a tsunami.
After all, I'm not screaming in outer space.
And the trillions of steps before mine
that gave me the ground I walk on,
need to be acknowledged by the care I take with every step.
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