FredPeyer

Another Glass of Whiskey

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

Comments9

  • FredPeyer

    Thanks so much Kat, grew up with an alcoholic, and met lot of them.

  • S.louise

    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.

    • FredPeyer

      Thanks S., I remember the good times more, maybe because I don't want to think about the bad ones.

    • Fay Slimm.

      So vividly written this cry against alcohol abuse Fred - - so many affected too in these troubled days.

      • FredPeyer

        Thanks Fay, yes, alcohol is a big problem. Unfortunately it is socially accepted.

      • burning-embers

        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.

        • FredPeyer

          Thank you b-e, yes, now and again it is OK, but how do you define now and again?

          • burning-embers

            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).

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          • Louis Gibbs

            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!

            • FredPeyer

              Thank you Louis, yes it is an addiction that can destroy families. It is also unfortunate how often these addictions are being kept secret.

            • malubotelho

              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.

              • FredPeyer

                Thank you Malu, I was lucky, my dad was a binge drinker and usually a happy drunk. So there was no fear involved.

              • Michael Edwards

                This just trips off the tongue in a style that anyone can follow and as such I is so refreshing. A really superb work.

                • FredPeyer

                  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!

                  • Michael Edwards

                    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.

                  • ShannonXx

                    A excellent write, with a real message attached!

                    • FredPeyer

                      Thank you Shannon, that was the goal. The one I published today is more on the lighter side.

                    • Goldfinch60

                      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.

                      • FredPeyer

                        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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