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Feb 13
I drink when I awaken;
I drink until I sleep.
I drink for what I
should forget,
And drink for what
I'll keep.

I drink for all that I
Have lost;
I drink for what I've
Found.

I drink when all my
Friends are here,
And when they aren't
Around.

On every morn',
I have a drink,
To rouse me from
My bed,

And every night
I drink to sleep
When I lay down
My head.

I drink when life
Comes over me;
And when I wish
For death.

I drink because
The 'sober' me
Deserves to not
Draw breath.

I drink when I feel
Happy;
And drink when I'm
Depressed.

And drink to calm my
Racing thoughts;
Allow my mind
A breath.

I've drank for over
Twenty years;
They haven't been
The best...

I'll drink for long as
I am here,
And drink until my death.
A poem about my alcoholism. To those who are "true" alcoholics like I am,  (started at 15, cannot just quit cold turkey or the shakes come first, and the hallucinating and convulsions after) I write this to let you know you aren't alone. And to those who have managed to overcome this affliction,  I wish you truly the best. As for me? I probably don't have too much time left, but I think I'll keep on. Sometimes it's better to have a little relief than a lot of pain I can't handle. And nobody can stand me when I'm sober; not even myself.
Kris Fireheart
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Kris Fireheart  33/M/Houston, Texas
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