The HUGE little problem.

A poem about alcohol.

I have problem, a little one.

It been around me for most of my life,

cutting like knives, and bending al light.

Its not my addiction you see? But i do see,

quite vidily, the embarassment can hide any longer.

 

I know what happens next, dealing with the finalty of death.

Save one last breath, two sons and nothing to show for it.

and nothing good to to bring to it, your busy killing yourself.

Dont you see! Dont you see!

this liquid carosine, lighting all the intensity.

You were fooled again, thinking an answer

layed within, the venom you drink.

 

Were reaching out, every single hand.

but you deny it, and live within the grand,

delightful feeling, of empitness and numbness.

never feeling worthless, just worth the ride,

to get a chance to run and hide.

From the shadows that keep you from sleep.

 

I hope one day, you get up and fight.

break free of your distorted creep.

and live with within, and find that warmth.

I dont know if I can, and i study hope, for one last

sign of it, but its gone and i have to live with it.