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No Chance Of Repair

With every sip...

Corroding,
brain cells,
like slugs under salt.

Liver overflowing.

A festering  vault
set to explode open,
without chance of repair.

It's not that nobody cares,
the help is there.

He's thirty two,
and living to die.

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  • Bob Fox
    September 9

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    Wow

    And how well I understand this for I have witnessed the very best of friends die this way. excellent write poet.


  • angel19
    November 30, 2008

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    wow

    That's so beautiful. I love the rhyme scheme you used! The whole poem captured the point you were trying to make.

  • Bob Fox
    September 18, 2008
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    You know

    I myself, a confirmed boozer, has to admit trhat at times my drinking has caused me to wish that I died. Perhaps the solution for some is never to adddress the sad situation and pretend it is not them. Great piece of writing young poet.


  • movedon
    August 20, 2008

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    The last two lines really hit home for me. I'm clean now but thinking back to before rehab...-shudders- Well written.

    Warmest,
    Mylee


  • R S Adams Jr silver member
    June 7, 2008

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    Very sad imagery in this poem...

    ...It sounds like sadness for an alcoholic who dies with 'every sip.' Maybe smoking is like that too! There is a finality about your poem whihc creates a sense of dread and it makes me feel sadness. 'living to die' is a terrible way to go and makes a mockery of a life.

    In the poem you have succinctly described the inevitabilty of the disease and done so very vividly. Great poem.


  • Bean Sidhe silver member
    May 30, 2008

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    Interesting Perspective

    As a writer who has penned many a poem from within a bottle, I found this perspective interesting. Thank you for sharing.


  • Bohemian Complex
    March 4, 2008
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    Explicit imagery, my friend. I may have an idea what this may be about, but I wouldn't dare question a writer and their intentions.


    • Uniquely-Scarred
      March 4, 2008
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      THANK YOU, WELL THIS IS ABOUT I GUY I KNOW, WHO IS 33 AND DRINKS LIKE A FISH, AND WILL NEVER STOP

      • Bohemian Complex
        March 4, 2008

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        Well, lets face it. If you drink like a fish...IT'S GONNA HAPPEN. Hahaha. I always find myself intrigued by the amounts of art that can stem from a bottle of spirits....oh, my. I believe I've begun the writing process yet again, for the third time today. Haha!


  • Poetry-and-rhyme
    March 3, 2008

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    wow so powerful heartfelt and painful your words just make a heart get pierced with tiny needles and creates goosebumps i feltt it deep in me as i read this piece

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