He suddenly glimpsed the
Sad and anguished face
Of his wife in the mirror
Behind the bar, partially
Obscured by a bottle of gin
He turned around on
His creaky old bar stool
And heard the whimpering
Crying voices of his kids
From the juke box
He closed his reddened eyes
Fished in his pocket for
His last few dollars
And hoarsely ordered
Another glass of whiskey
Broke and drunk he
Stumbled through the door
Into the enveloping night
Wondering again about
What he had become
Thinking of his family
Knowing it was too late
But clinging desperately
To the hopeless hope
That he could change
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Author:
Alfred Peyer (Pseudonym) (
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Thanks so much Kat, grew up with an alcoholic, and met lot of them.
A great write.
My grandad was an alcoholic.
We did have good times (which I don't remember). All I remember is the bad times. Its sad bad times in life stand out so much more then the good times.
Thanks S., I remember the good times more, maybe because I don't want to think about the bad ones.
So vividly written this cry against alcohol abuse Fred - - so many affected too in these troubled days.
Thanks Fay, yes, alcohol is a big problem. Unfortunately it is socially accepted.
Story teller with such a sad strong message. Now and again its ok to get plastered i guess. I'd do it tonite willingly. But i cant imagine what it's like to be hooked on booze. Tho when i was a kid on the streets i do recall meths drinkers in their sad state of hopelessness.
Thank you b-e, yes, now and again it is OK, but how do you define now and again?
I'm kinda strict about this Fred, I only ever over indulge on a day which has at least two visible vowels in it. If i can only see one then i know another day with two will be coming around again soon - sometime soon. And i never ever drink when theres more than eleven letters in day. Some days are better than most but i can't say when (hic).
Good one b-e, I guess I will follow your example!
I watched a dear brother go down that path. Had to step in and help raise his daughter. It is a home-wrecking addiction. Great poem portraying it, Fred!
Thank you Louis, yes it is an addiction that can destroy families. It is also unfortunate how often these addictions are being kept secret.
Awesome writing but sad times came to my mind. Most of my nights were expected with fear waiting for my dad to come home. Alcohol broke my heart but also made me stronger. Thanks for sharing.
Thank you Malu, I was lucky, my dad was a binge drinker and usually a happy drunk. So there was no fear involved.
This just trips off the tongue in a style that anyone can follow and as such I is so refreshing. A really superb work.
Thanks so much Michael. I am a simple man, so I write simple poems. Sometimes I guess I am more interested in getting the point across than to find the best word. Have to work on that!
Don't work too much - I do get a bit cheesed off with some of those postings which seem to think the more obscure the writing the better the poem, As poets we need to communicate and how can you do that if no one can understand what the heck you are talking about. Think I might put on my obscure head and write something that is entirely impenetrable just for the fun of it - might be posting something in a few days - it will probably take some time to write it if I don't know what I'm writing about.
A excellent write, with a real message attached!
Thank you Shannon, that was the goal. The one I published today is more on the lighter side.
Very strong write. Drink can ruin families, a member of our family hada drink problem who is trying to recover, they go to Alcoholics Anonymous which helps a lot. Drink free since November last year.
Congrats Goldfinch! I have to admit that I do like my glass of wine with supper, but that's about it.
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