Consuming

For My Bff In North Carolina

She pours alcohol down her throat

hoping to sober up with a whole new life.

 

She doesn't see it but it hurts everyone around her

to see her clumsiness,

To see her body decomposing as she drinks away the agony

of what she calls her life.

 

I stand in another state,

At a church that has claimed me as there own.

I pray for her hoping God will here my cry.

"Please help her", I say.

"Please save her soul".

 

She doesn't see that I weep for her.

I don't weep for the drinking to stop but for her to be happy enough not to feel the need to drink.

Author's Note

Nothing is perfect,Don't be too harsh please!!

Reviews

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Very sad my friend... when people use alcohol as comfort it becomes a crutch and makes thing worse... you write with such great insight and heart.

[Mr. Lopez]

There is much power in prayer and in your poem. Very Good work.

Mr.Lopez

[bluessadmood]

its sad yes as with all those with this bottle problem,i have read about ,life being too hard on tender nerves ,but dont think all will fall for it ,only certain types of people its sad its like someone trying to punish his soul for he is not content,but once it begins ,its like a vicious cycle ,any set down will call for a bout of drink,feeling drunk all the while gives you depressed feeling which in turn will call for more bouts of drink ,and day by day the body withers out ,the lustre of your face is gone ,hands trembling ,vey sad thing to talk about ,its nice you bring this matter here ,nice writing

[Nicole (Carpe Diem)]

so sad... i agree that his is a really powerful piece...

[Alice]

This is really powerful, the first two lines and the last two in particular. NIce strong words like decomposing and agony are really effective. I think it should be pours in line one not pores. Again, you're so sharp when you keep concise.