Here we are, alone at last
Daddy, and I, and his sordid past
The bottle is open
The wine is inviting
Daddy's bed bugs, already biting.
But the little ones in my head are crying.
Don't listen, don't listen
She's lying, she's lying.
The wine will send them off to sleep
So my soul can softly weep
A helpless old man
Gnarled like a tree
A hanging tree, to set me free
Memories mock in the fading light
Groping hands that grip me tight
The little ones in my head are crying.
Don't listen,don't listen
She's lying she's lying
The wine will send them off to sleep
So my soul can softly weep
His lips are sweet
On childhood's wine
I taste them, after all this time
His searching tongue, probing prying
A marionette lies slowly dying
The little ones in my head are crying,
"Don't listen,don't listen
She's lying she's lying."
The wine will send them off to sleep
So I can make one final leap
Plummet into daddy's hell
The wine?
A truth, I cannot tell.
Author notes
When I dink red wine, it sends me to a dark place, just me the wine and the truth
The credit for the photo prompt, is Exploded Wine by ~SplutPhoto on deviantart.com. It
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- there is truth in wine by And Hyetal.
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Comments
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wow awesome
your thoughts and the way you write truely a great piece here i love it your emotions burned deep in me with the saddness you felt
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thanks...i promise to rate u wen the site allows....i think mayb my account has been tampered with...thanks for a great comment
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I sadly in a way can relate to this poem, not that I was abused or anything, for it be my sister who suffered there. Still I felt this piece penetrate my soul, sending forth emotions of sadness and pain. You've written this poem well and the repetition of ''The little ones in my head are crying...'' carries this poem well all the way through. That red wine was used/can be used as an excuse to abuse is shocking in itself, for it should never be as that. Not never, not at all.
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Thanks for reading this one......your thoughts on this matter hugely...., this one is a biggie for me on a personal level..so thankyou
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wow such a vivid piece. I can see why you would need wine to go to this place it is dark and scary... but so well written and really places the audience in the poem with you. Good luck!
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holy dolly you brasve one suppose a drinks out of the question then.well written even tho its sad
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wow, it's really great. congratulations, you're brave to share this
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HUGS
you are a fine and beautiful soul, that you have had so much pain is a travesty, but yet your strength is a shinig light
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Wow.
The repetition of the stanza, and then how it change was an excellent device, first. But moreso, the topic/content was gripping in how provocatively *not right* we usually see it as. Honestly, I must say I enjoy the dark essense of it.
As for red wine bringing out a darker place, I know entirely what you mean. And yet, I fear it is in this dark place that the best of my mind spills itself onto a page.
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Oh my goodness
Some people are like that I know many who cant drink hard liquor for it makes them mean
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reading this mad me horribly angry....i can't believe there are people out there who would take advantage of a child like that...it's disgusting...anyways...this must of been awful to write...it's good though...keep on writing...it's very theraputic (sp?)....good work
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Wine often holds a bitter truth. This is a terribly sad and sordid tale. The pain in these words is unmistakeable. I wish you all the best!
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OUCH!!!
This absolutley crushes me,,,, being the father of two amazing daughters,, it angers me to see the girl is unprotected, to say the least. the words tugged at my soul as tears fell from my eyes,, thank you for enduring the pain that it must have caused, reliving this as it was written,,, thank you for sharing the pain with the rest of us -
Oh my. This made me cry. I cannot say I know exactly what you went through, but I can say that it happened to me. Over and over. Over and over...Not with my dad, he is a great man. But my step dad. I am so proud that you could write something like this. Not only is it an amazing poem, packed with a lot of emotion, but it had to have been so hard on you to write this. I know that it was for me, and mine was short and not so much to the point. Great job. I loved this.
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Wow this is dark poem weaving a chilling past into a frightened present, it speaks to me of hints of mistreatment, and memories on the cusp of some ill tended mental dam, which threaten to leap out of every bottle of wine she encounters, great write, the repetition adds to the suspenseful effect.
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Very nice poem. I like the easy way it flowed of the tongue while reading, and the bitterness of this poem.
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Stunning Imagery...
Thank you for sharing your muse's creative writing with all of us. These painful lines flow as darkly as the bitterness of the wine. Wishing all the best to you. Take care. 
Peace, xx Cyn 
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My goodness, and you accuse me of writing on the dark side. This is excellent. I understand some of what you feel. It seems that whatever are choice of poisons happens to be, it can often unlock that door into the places we would rather not go.
Take care littlefish,
find peace,
M
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Thanks, your comments, on this one especially mean a lot, you are right, this is a door best kept firmly locked
thankyou
theresa
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Wow there is not to much I can say about this write that has not already been said just an amazing piece of writing my friend
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billiant penmanship or penwomenship this poem has a awwwww factor similar to the x factor you could almost sing it
KEVIN X
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lol thanks for that,you cheered a weary poet up on a freezing sunday morning
dont let the frost bite!
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Wow Theresa. So very heartbreaking and yet wonderfully raw and beautifully woven. You take this sad terrible thing and reveal the adult inside a small child that is maturing far beyond her years. Truly a lovely piece. Anyone who can create such beauty from devestation is an amazingly accomplished poet. Very impressed!
Much love,
Kelly
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A wonderfully written piece that speaks many things that are both sad and very heartbreaking. Your flow, rhyme and rhythm were all well done. An underlining fear comes through your words. Anger, regret, even a little hatred. It was truly well done indeed. Good luck for the contest.
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Superb
A poem that seems to have a very realistic, almost brutal honesty within it. A very fine write, indeed. Thanks for sharing. -
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Wow, heart wrenching imagery and amazing put. I loved this and it make me sad and thoughtful. I took a lot of time till I could comment.
You have endless ways to show your poetry, which makes it just more amazing to read.
This was heart breaking.
Best of luck in the contest.
Much love
~Noor
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you know...
you have this set as adult wich is the only thing that stopped me from nominating this for front page i really don't see any curses or anything... you could lower the filter... just a thought -
this broke my heart
this is just stunning, such gut wrenching imagery... i don't know should i cry? or should i scream out in anger ?
wow you are bad ass
~teddybare~
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wow
this is an amazing peice, very, very dark, and emotional, now and again you blast out something dark and remind us of your amazing talent, very well done and im still blown away.fantastic
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Wow
That sent me to memories I'd forgotten intentionally. Amazing write. The repetition just added to the wonderful flow of words. It was an emotional journey, this piece. Fantastic. Thanks for sharing.Gypsy
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thanks for the lovely comment,its a journey i try not to take too often,you are very kind
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