Behind the Pangs of Booze

humorous

“Behind the Pangs of Booze”

Fueled by booze, in a haze, a drunkard stumbles blind
Through twisted, winding streets, with a shattered mind.
The bottles grip him tight, his strongest hold;
Darkness unfurls slowly, a haunting story left untold.
His eyes glance at the sky, feeling strangely entwined.

Legs stumble, for he has no car to guide his way.
His eyes entwined with the sky, searching for a guiding star.
His eyes search, drunk, but find no home,
Yet through the bottles' hold, he begins to roam
As shadows of doubt lurk in the dark.

Leaving the bar, he glances left and right,
Wary of the night before crossing the street into the night.
He looks up to the sky, searching the lanes above,
To ensure no planes threaten from above.
Then takes another shot, hoping to clear his blurred sight.

To be sure no petty fools lurk like hidden jewels,
Hiding in the gloom of darkened rooms.
He glances behind, then stumbles forward as he walks,
Zigzagging wildly, dodging imagined bullets, he ducks.
Then clutches tightly to his teddy bear, wearing a fresh look.

Life as a drunkard feels like a living hell,
Drunk to stupor, until his weary eyes fell shut.
And leads him home, where the city cranes loom,
Bound by booze, in long, trampling chains.
Enchanted by its relentless spell.

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

feel free, a refined version of one of my poem

Reviews

[Pete]

you've captured all too well the intoxication confusion and disorientation. well done.

[Marie]

You have captured the life of a person who drinks alcohol on a daily basis, an alcoholic, superbly in this excellently penned poem, Tumi. They are a law unto themselves and will do anything which comes into their mind when they have drink taken. I have known some to drive home under the influence of drink and thank God there was never an accident as a result! In Ireland, some still try to dodge the law of not driving with alcohol on board, but now there is a new kind of addict driving on our roads, one who does not drink but takes drugs. I read of they being caught every week by The Road Traffic Corp. Many alcoholics are in total denial that they are alcoholics when speaking to anybody when alcohol is the subject. I've seen it happen time and time and time again. Excellent word choice throughout the poem. Thank you for sharing, Tumi...

[jacob erin-cilberto]

At least he is NOT driving and endangering anyone else.
But metaphorically, anyone who is separated from society for one reason or another feels expelled and so alone. Shunned by everyone he looks at life happening around him and wishes he could be part of society.
j.

[Tumi]

Thanks a lot for the warm review