Alcoholism

I really think addiction is truly what has set America downhill and This is just one of the they’re many addictions out there. My brother is suffering through drug addiction and is now in jail.

I’m crying enough
To fill a river.

I’m drinking
Enough that
My liver is
Failing me.

Drowning every
Ounce of my
Sorrows with
Liquor.

My roar is
Now just a
Rasp.

I have to gasp
Just to get air
In my lungs.

I know I am
Ailing, but
I do not stop.

I am now
Slipping,
S
L
I
P
P
I
N
G
Out of consciousness.
Slipping further and
F
U
R
T
H
E
R
Away...

Reviews

[Neville]

a sad poem indeed .. I previously worked for many years within mental health and addiction services and for many, they struggle to understand the nature of addiction, and often much blame is directed at those who are so afflicted... but remember, whatever drove some one to that point, no one ever, or anywhere set out to become addicted......... I enjoyed this sad and uniquely crafted poem.... Neville

[Seanna]

Thank you. I just don’t understand what makes people drive to these things. Is it sadness? Anger? Or is it just the high?

[Neville]

The reasons are as varied as there are addictive substances and activities and even addicted individuals themselves.... not everything is physically addictive either... Often people engage in, or partake of things that will give a buzz of varying types and intensity.. but the buzz does not last and often people need more and more just to get by.... then bingo.. or bang.. when they try to stop, they find it very difficult.... hope that helps... Neville

[Seanna]

It helps a lot. Thanks.

[Neville]

my pleasure..

[Lyanth]

My grandfather was an alcoholic. The liquor would make him cheerful, but he was never truly happy. He died two years ago and this reminds me of him, we weren't as close as I would've liked, but he knew me better than most and we understood eachother. Thank you for sharing this, the flow is a bit inconsistent, which I like. Nice work.

[LE Berry]

A very heart felt and descriptive piece Seanna.

[Chris Shaw]

Sad little poem. Addictions can be deadly. Drowning your sorrows won't help. It might numb the pain for a while but it soon comes back. Cry that river, let the tears flow. Many will relate to these words.

Chris