Like a Siren calling me
Relentlessly to death,
The Liquor in my cabinet
haunted my every breath.
It started out quite innocent-
A dram sipped here and there-
Progressing ounce by ounce into
a sordid love affair.
A beer or three drunk at the game-
I was good company.
But drinking in the parking lot
made me disorderly.
Cold winter evenings lost their gloom
once my pints had been consumed.
I lost my wife and family
And live in rented rooms.
I had to get myself some help
To rise from my despair-
I sat in meetings at my Church
On a folding metal chair.
I have a mentor guiding me
He’s been to Hell and back.
He always takes my phone calls
when Johnnie Walker wants me back..
And so I will not drink tonight
Two weeks now I’ve been sober.
I spilled the drink into the sink-
I think, I hope, it’s over.
Nov 26, 2011
Nov 26, 2011 at 10:57 PM UTC
Like a Siren calling me
Relentlessly to death,
The Liquor in my cabinet
haunted my every breath.
It started out quite innocent-
A dram sipped here and there-
Progressing ounce by ounce into
a sordid love affair.
A beer or three drunk at the game-
I was good company.
But drinking in the parking lot
made me disorderly.
Cold winter evenings lost their gloom
once my pints had been consumed.
I lost my wife and family
And live in rented rooms.
I had to get myself some help
To rise from my despair-
I sat in meetings at my Church
On a folding metal chair.
I have a mentor guiding me
He’s been to Hell and back.
He always takes my phone calls
when Johnnie Walker wants me back..
And so I will not drink tonight
Two weeks now I’ve been sober.
I spilled the drink into the sink-
I think, I hope, it’s over.
While this is a work of fiction, it is a true story for many friends of Bill W.
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