Sober

A Poem by John D'alquen

Just trying to stay sober and live a good life. Its really late and I need sleep.

Three days sober and not really sure if I can write any more. I'm tired but its to hot to actually sleep. I'll give it a try. I keep needing to piss.

The hardest part of sobriety is the dreams of buying booze,whilst I snooze.
The feeling of guilt is apparent when the till goes ping.
Look what you are doing,you must run this won't be fun.
Night mares will turn to a waking freight mare.
Michael Myers or Freddy Kruger,eat your hearts out I am the worst monster To kill my self.
Very few will feel the liver shiver as it tries to escape the body.
It feels grotty,faces will become spotty and unclean.
Health what wealth is there in this? Its a spite mare a torn man out control with no fans of his life. How intelligent self inflicted,no sympathy.
You'll never get a wife looking like a drooling Frankenstein.
A life you would like needs a bike,do some exercise,get sex get pecks.
Ashamed of what you have needs a change for the good,a flood of tears and fears won't do.
Stay sober,stay happy