Mental Rot

A poem about alcoholism.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Mental Rot

Shot after shot,

She thought each gulp

Would make its mark.

Hitting just the right spot,

Numbing her wounded soul.

 

Instantly correcting her lot

In life to be the product

Of parental mental rot.

The one that shot

Her future in the heart

From her very start.

 

Little does she know

Her cart to freedom

Lies within her own smarts

Not in the comfort cradle

Of a shot glass.

 

If this lass

Would just accept

Her pain and her loss

The bottle wouldn’t

Cost her a brilliant future.

 

She wouldn’t toss

Away her chance

To be free of

A life of mental rot

That she’s had

She was a tot.

 

Shot after shot

She’s numbing

Her heart

From the pain,

Chasing her

Future away.

 

 

 

Reviews

[Norma M Sutton]

Aptly said.

[David W Moore III]

Fortunately my family's beenlucky in that department. But I've seen many people go down that road and it is not a pretty trip. Nice piece

[James Bonner]

I do agree in some respects to KL about the rhyming scheme, but it doesn't ruin the poem by an means. Its great.

don't get me started on alcoholics.

[Dream Weaver]

I would like to say bottoms up, but that would be cruel..
a sadly all to familiar theme...

[KL]

The rhyme scheme is way too confusing in this one... first it's nonexistent, then it's there, then it's not. It muddles up an otherwise potent poem. That being said, my favourite stanzas were the first and last, as they were very to-the-point and instantly highlighted what it is to be an alcoholic. 'numbing the wounded soul,' that really says it all.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

When using alcohol to numb the pain it becomes to much of a crutch... your words make quite an impact.

[Short.Nerd]

Nice(:

[Robin]

so true, so true ~