Locked in my mind's room,
Panic sets in,
All I'm left with is an impending feeling of doom.
Maybe that's when I turn to alcohol
When I start to fall
It makes some aspects of life
Seem more beautiful.
There are many times when
I can't breathe.
This whole universe
Is too much for me to conceive.
Unarmed against this panic
The mode of me becomes manic.
Panic chases me to self medicate,
Slowly changing me into an addict.
I want to tell co-workers
To get fucked.
I must go medicate before I erupt.
This anxiety might try to take my job.
I fear of disappointing Rob.
He says he's losing me,
I'm not who I used to be.
I'm slipping further away
When all want to do is stay.
I want to feel good
And be what you think I should.
I'm drinking myself to death
When all I'm trying to do is catch my breath.
A contest entry
- Maddness by GypsyEyes.
450 points, ended May 14, 2008, 46 entries
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Comments
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That last stanza is such a perfect end to this poem Lots of people feel this way, and not just about alcohol too... I love this poem 'cuz it's so easy to relate. Thanks for entering my contest!
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see instead of drinking i pop pills! i feel your pain! great poem. thank you so much for entering my contest and i wish you the best of luck! NineTailedFox
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very good
so true
man, you touched upon so much of the horror of addiction
i write recovery poetry from a humourous slant
but
you make it real
"I'm drinking myself to death"
for sure, every alkie says this as he takes his next drink
try to focus on positive stuff
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Thank you for the comment. It's just kind of how I felt at the time. I'm usually more positive than that. Thanks again for reading my stuff!!
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