Something wasn't sitting right,
I was unsure of what to do.
I seemed to have the life I wanted
yet something was askew.
Drinking myself into oblivion
just to escape the pain.
Creating a series of disasters
that I had only myself to blame.
Yet I didn't want to stop
because that would be no fun.
I was addressing all my problems,
all except the biggest one.
Excitement for an evening;
all my problems were away
until it got to late o'clock
and I had to face the next day.
Crippled with fear and
post inebriated anxiety, for one!
As I struggled to come to terms
with things I didn't remember I had done.
Myths rang through my ears;
Thoughts I still struggle to arrange:
Old habits die hard
and that
People never change.
Trusting my gut instinct,
realising what needed to be done...
I said goodbye to my old life
to build myself a new one.
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Author:
Draven (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I still struggle with admitting I have a drinking problem...I'm not an alcoholic but a seasoned, functioning binge drinker. I didn't want to stop, even though I knew I should. I still have set backs now. But I have better limits, better friends and know that I am worth more than lying around eating chips on a hungover day. Alcohol to that extent simply doesn't fit into my regular routine and life anymore. But it took me a long time to CHOOSE that.
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Comments4
A sensitive write D.
It definitely is. I don't have the guts to share this outside of this poetry platform either!
I like the way you build the drama through this piece.
Thank you. I didn't realise how punchy it was until I read it back!
But you took the path by yourself to change, so WELL DONE! Thank you for sharing your poem.
Thank you!
Amazing - inspired!
Thank you Jon!
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