Alcoholism stalks us in the night
Dressed in a crisp, black suit
Disappearing into a Vodka bottle as it takes your soul.
Alcoholism haunts us as we try to sleep in our king sized bed
Sneaking into our dreams disguised as a friend wearing a t-shirt
But drags us to depression as a child forced to eat broccoli
Alcoholism whispers to us while we try to teach or preach
Sauntering through the front door wearing promises of happiness
Begging us for only one sip
Alcoholism assaults us in solitude
Clothed in a familiar tattered phrase
“One drink can’t hurt.”
ME
Dan and the girls at Halloween
Sam and Al at the beach
Omi, Sam, and Alex in the vette
2 comments:
Powerful! You have such unusual metaphors and similes. Mine always sound like cliches. Anyone who feels their life is being controlled by an outside force can relate to this poem. Keep up your writing!
Kris
I like it! Alcoholism is such a common problem that I think most people could relate to your poem.
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