I could feel the warm liquid make its way down my throat
The first taste was almost too hard to swallow
As it glided down the pit of my stomache I could feel it burning
At first I didnt know if my body would keep this nauseating liquid down
After a while the foul stench and the unappealing taste disappeared
And i was left with an empty bottle in my hands
All the while i drink this fluid medication to forget
It seems forgetting wasnt the problem when you can't remember what you did
This so called medical liquid was suppose to help me heal
But instead of healing me the substance made me more damaged with hatred
The despair, rage, and altered state caused me more greif
Yet I couldnt stop myself from consuming its evil nector
I couldnt see the negative power it held over me
It was keeping me captive with every gulp I was more alone
A prisoner to alcohol and I couldnt stop the consumption
So I kept on drinking trying to make my problems leave
Not realizing I was creating a far worse problem
Suddenly all the problems I had before seemed so insignificant
And the addiction to consume had consumed me
Alcohol was suppose to be a solution, but I see now that its an end
Using and abusing just to get a fix will only kill you more
Until your not only dead inside, but life as you know it wont exist
And you will leave this earth known as the alcoholic
Author notes
Wrote this in about 10 minutes and honestly i have been through a lot to get to this point. I have had a lot of hardships from death, loss, love, and feeling like i couldnt succeed. It drove me to alcohol to feel like i could forget or be alive. The poem itself is sad maybe not as sad as others, but the reason i got to that point was a lot of sadness in my life.
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Comments
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Very NIce !!!
Your Gold shines and so do you,
you just may not realize it.
for writing what probably is one of the
hardest pieces you have ever written in
your life and you done it so well..
You shared your life with us all here
on AP. I don't drink or anything like
that but believe me I can relate to all
that you wrote here. It is hard, sad, and
so heartbreaking. It is an illness, it kills
not only you but those who loves you, on
the inside that is. I have no clue who you
are, but I am proud of you for writing this.
You have a beautiful soul, and you now
have a beautiful Gold Trophy to match it.
Good for you...
Loveandblessings2u & yours always
Joyce
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i think urs is a top fav so far great write. sad.
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