Nothing good has come from alcohol,
For me anyway, no good at all.
That one sip to much and things would turn sour,
Staggering in at god knows what hour.
No recollection what went on last night,
Wandering about talking pure shite.
Wakening up with that feeling of guilt,
Covered in stale beer that I must have spilt.
Worrying about what I've said or done,
Knowing last night was probably not fun.
Waiting for a knock at the door,
My body all bruised and a little bit sore.
Who have I upset, who did I fight,
One thing was clear it was not a good night.
Most of the time it all turned out fine,
However it wasn’t so clever though, mixing beer with red wine.
I couldn’t keep going ,this shit had to stop,
It’s now been a year since I last touched a drop.
Alcohol was going to ruin my life,
Most certainly losing me my daughter and wife.
Now all I drink is alcohol free,
Now I just take the car and still have two or three.
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Author:
The Fife Wanderer (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: My relationship with alcohol was toxic.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
yeah, so easy to lose control
pints with friends
turning to a few more at home
to keep that warm feeling alive
then its gets a hold on people
they stay home, drink alone
now alcohol is anchor to all that
cold and barren in their lives..
such a scary, stealthy poison
wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy
but it seems like you stopped early
before it got too out of control
you must be proud
such a hard thing to achieve,
wish you the best!
thanks for sharing dear poet
Thank you for you nice comments, Alcohol is also depressant and in my opinion not a good go to for my enjoyment.
A nice Latte, and a tray bake for me any day.
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