Thirst

Syd

Unrelenting 
Always tempting 
Never at ease
A hereditary disease 
When pickled in alcohol 
I feel at home 
Like a bird in the trees

 

Bad skin
No healthy glow
Check my reflection 
The whites of my eyes are now yellow

 

Bloated abdomen
Itchy flaky skin
Does this sound fun?

 

I picked a fight with the devil..
Guess who won

 

I might seem vibrant 
But inside I'm black
A living
Walking 
Breathing 
Heart attack 

 

I might seem healthy 
But I'm ill at ease
An inviting host
For a cancerous disease

 

Drying out for the umpteenth time
Trying to break the curse
Counting down the days
I hope my stomach ulcer doesn't burst

 

Sobriety is a daunting task
Death may be near
But I do not fear 
My loved ones suffering is minimal
Is all that I ask

 

A prisoner of my own experience 
Strength I lack 
I stare at death 
And death stares back

 

Uncomfortable reading 
But the truth hurts 
Can't quench the unquenchable... 

 

 Thirst 

  • Author: Syd (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 5th, 2018 11:38
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments5

  • Syd

    Yes I agree. I'm not in such a bad way as make out in the poem though, but I'm definitely doing dry January. I've been overindulging for about the last three months.

    Thanks for reading and leaving feedback - Syd

  • FredPeyer

    An honest, raw, eye-opening account! Well written too!
    Having grown up with an alcoholic father and drinking more than I should sometimes myself, I know where you are coming from.

  • Syd

    Hi Fred, yes I grew up in similar circumstances. It definitely runs in the family.

    Thanks for reading - Syd

  • Laura🌻

    These meaningful words resonate with an addict, I’m sure!
    “My loved ones suffering
    is minimal Is all that I ask”...

    Honest and Well written, Syd!

    I volunteer at a rehab center, and I hear your written words spoken many times! I wish you all the best for your “dry January”!

    ~Laura~

    • Syd

      That's such a nice thing to do, voluntary work at a rehab centre.

      I'll be fine. Thanks for reading and your kind words - Syd

    • Violet bluebell( used to be yellow rose)

      hi syd , this is a good and strong piece of writing 🙂 i can only try and imagine having an addiction which we cannot escape from .. having control can feel hard, can't it , once we are addicted , how do we get out , with help , i think that is the answer, with help... '' prisoner of your own experience '' a sad thing to be trapped with something you want to escape from . '' i feel at home like a bird in the tree's '' i love this line , interesting how you have compared addiction to a bird in the tree, i think to be honest with you , tree's are a birds '' home '' and maybe for those who are addicted , they are comfortable in this place and scared to move away , scared to move away from the place which they are used to .. a good piece of writing

      • Syd

        Hi Charlotte, again you've hit the nail on the head with your interpretation of the poem. Yes addiction is horrible thing, I have more of a dependancy, I'm doing well though as I've hardly had a drink since new year. I'll have a read of your poems later after I finish work. Thanks for stopping by - Syd



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