Cut of the supply -
down, down, down.
Consume sobriety's lie -
drown, drown, drown.
King of the ash -
crown, crown, crown.
Cancer's fiery rash -
brown, brown, brown.
Dissect the flesh -
knife, knife, knife.
Not all wounds are fresh -
life, life, life.
Prophesize my demise -
Fife, Fife, Fife.
Depart from the wise -
wife, wife, wife.
Market of destruction -
sell, sell, sell.
Flood all production -
well, well, well.
Carve hard muscle mass -
shell, shell, shell.
Piece of serrated glass -
Hell, Hell, Hell.
Descend the stairs -
burn, burn, burn.
How the stomach fares?
Churn, churn, churn.
No room to improvise -
learn, learn, learn.
Ignore tomorrow's lies -
yearn, yearn, yearn.
Blue flowers settle -
grow, grow, grow.
World devoid of metal -
meadow, meadow, meadow.
Drink the liquid of no consequence -
glow, glow, glow.
And feel no darkness hence -
know, know, know.
Recovery's a fickle thing;
the cravings still sting,
but for the moment the pain is gone
and just for a moment, I'd won.
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Author:
Luke (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: A poem discussing alcoholism and the battle those suffering from it engage in, causing them to enter withdrawal whilst occasionally experiencing the bliss that lurks on the side of sobriety.
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Comments3
Build that dream on magic moments
Maria Lees
Well written and expressed Great write
Best to keep clear
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