Waking up
His poisoned mind
Percussion ringing
The throbbing chimes
The darkening glares of fractured sight
Blinding eyes
The burning light
The question asked again
This time
Why
Oh, why
He cannot think
The rancid smell
Of last night's drink
Stomach foul
The plate of wings
A bag of chips
The onion rings
The price to pay
Not of it's worth
Served with a side of aging curse
Cradled head
The pain, Regrets
He swears to never drink again
Open bottle
The empty vow
The broken promise
He's drinking now
Into the river
Flowing free
The cost is great
But the wine is cheap
Irish coffee
Evening out
Into the night
He's drowning out
Make a fool
Mistaking you
Order up
The greasy food
Down he goes
He spins asleep
Just to wake
With you
Awaiting
Standing there
Still unaddressed
The question
Why
To him is pressed
The answer known
Is swept aside
Another drink
To feel
Alright
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Author:
KTay (
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- Published: April 11th, 2025 02:54
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Comments4
The never ending battle of the alcoholic, very nicely written of the day in day out process some go through, and most probably could not tell you why, enjoyed the read
Thank you!
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A ritual cycle of the addict whether to alcohol, food, or whatever. So well described here in the broken promises to self and other and the helplessness or at least perceived helplessness of the situation. Well written
Thank you!
KTay, A well written piece. “Standing there. Still unaddressed. The question WHY to him is pressed.” If we could just find it, address it, maybe it would heal. Thank you for sharing.
Thank you!
I can relate to this, having had my own battle with demon alcohol and its devastating effects on my mental health, self-esteem, and physical health, as well. This is such an important write and I thank you for expressing it, my friend. 🌹👏
Thank so much!
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