The Uneducated O.A.P


 Behind closed doors lie the battered and bruised

Family, victims of drunken abuse

Children huddled in corners, crying with terrorr

Tomorrow, the excuses of the apologetic pub dweller


Makeup covered bruises can't hide mental scars

Or repair damaged minds of the young

For him, a life of beer swilled bars

And fists wildly flung


Behind his eyes the lies are cast

The roads he takes are set

Afore my eyes are shattered lives

I wish we'd never met


Once I devoured him like the morning mist

Entwined  our bodies, loving kissed

I gave my all with no encomber

Now I worship the ground, I wish he was under


The blood pools the floor as he falls to his knees

Drunken fists killed the last remnants of love

She scoops up the kids, walks through the door

No More, No More, No More.





  • Accidental Poet

    Alcoholism is a horrible disease that far too many fall into it's grasp. I've never fully understood the lure of alcohol that it can destroy so many lives. Excellent write Bill. ; )

    • The Uneducated O.A.P

      No, I don't understand it either, but then there's a lot I don't understand in this world we live in, thanks for your comments and Fave, stay happy, Bill

    • Doggerel Dave

      I’ve never seen such a ferocious write from you, Bill. (doesn’t mean for me it’s not good).
      It seems it is about the same for most intoxicating substances - about 10% of users can’t handle it. Today I think you are right - behind closed doors, much more than in the past.

      • The Uneducated O.A.P

        Thanks for parking your bycycle here awhile, thought I'd try something different for a change, there's a whole world out there to write about after all
        Stay cool

        • Doggerel Dave

          My cycling days are well past Bill - but thanks for reminding me of great times!
          The whole world? Couldn't agree more - too much navel watching round here at times....

        • 3 more comments

        • L. B. Mek

          No More! No More! No More!

          • The Uneducated O.A.P

            Thanks for the fav L.B, the weirdness of booze, is just,well, weird. but I did overindulge once many many years ago how people put up with the after effects I shall never know.
            Stand in the fridge weather today!
            Take care

            • L. B. Mek

              stand?... Me
              I moved in: completely!
              but seriously though
              what we gonna do in August 😱

            • Saxon Crow

              Powerfully written Bill. Great poem

            • dusk arising

              You describe the ogre within me so well LOL.

              What a sad tale unravels in your post today. I have known ladies living this and somehow tolerating it. Though very tempted, I was never foolish enough to do the thankless task of intervening for the ending must be much as you describe - from within.

              • The Uneducated O.A.P

                Difficult isn't it, to intervene or not, I suppose the decision is made if someone is being physically attacked.
                Thanks for looking in, you little ogre, lol.

              • Neil Higgins

                I too thankfully have never suffered from violence or someone in a "drunken rage".But for those people that do,the consequences are all too devastating.
                A very very "strong" poem.Brilliantly composed with feeling and emotion.

                • The Uneducated O.A.P

                  Thanks Neil, I have a colleague spends all his time and money in the pub, saw him one night in town job to stand up, the only way he got home was his dog was towing him on the lead!
                  Funny old world

                • Fay Slimm.

                  Strong and full of the traqic results of too much alcohol - very well expressed this cry for those victims of drunkenness.

                  • The Uneducated O.A.P

                    Thanks Fay for your very welcome read and comment.
                    It's a sit in the shade with coffee and biccies day today.
                    Have fun

                  • Goldfinch60

                    Abuse behind closed doors is more prevalent than we realise, I am lucky never to have come across physical abuse but have seen a great deal of mental abuse. At the moment I am trying to help two of my friends deal with it, one is almost back to herself having got rid of her partner, the other can not do anything about it yet but I am there to listen - as I am for all.

                    Strong words Bill.


                    • The Uneducated O.A.P

                      Your friends are lucky to have you around, it must be difficult to find a fine line between helping and being seen as interfering, and staying safe. Let's hope your friend finds the inner strength to move on.
                      Keep cool.

                    • Poetic Dan

                      Wow, the timing is incredible for this as I relived my life today and tired to write (no posted yet) of the affect it had on me.

                      Give 20p to just go play the machine while he drunk another, all to return home and hide from the drama.

                      I only wish she had the strength to not take "it" back but each time was promises that never stood track, until each one left and she's still with the rat!

                      Never knowing if the call will come, the anger came back.

                      Ps...truly thanks for inspiring me to write a bit more
                      Take care my friend

                      • The Uneducated O.A.P

                        Thanks for looking in P.D, I've never understood the lure of whatever brain changing poison is chosen, or why respective partners put up with the verbal or physical damaging effects it has on thereselves and especially the children, but then it's hard to move on, luckily there's more help out there these days for those with the courage to take it.
                        I'm glad a few simple words has inspired you to write more, I'me slowly realising that it doesn't matter what you write about, or how it's written just get it down on paper, if it makes the old grey cells a bit more settled that's all that matters.
                        I suppose poetry is a bit like ballet and pantomime, I understand the latter but not the former!.
                        Thanks for the Fave.
                        Stay cool my friend

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