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His Poison

I stay alive by the thinnest.of threads
My friends have all left me as though I was dead
My only friend is the bottle from which I drink
Blessed amnesia from reality I think
I used to be Jack the lad getting drunk at parties
Going out with girls and being arty
But that all finished years ago
And the pain of loss does show
In the tears in my eyes
But the alcohol numbs the pain, gives me back the lies
That I could be that man again
Before the rot set in
Before I flunked my art degree
And my girl left me
I know I am half the man I used to be
And the alcohol is a poison and not a cure
But the lure
Of the booze
Means that I loose the battle
Against drinking again
And succumb to my senses being numbed
Sometimes I can go for weeks without touching a drop
But then depression sets in
And I dropp to my knees
Crying Lord please!
But there is no answer
So I look to the corner shop
I tell myself I’ll only have a drop
But in the end I drink more than enough
In the ends it’s tough
It’s who I am
That’s to blame
I sit in my shame
Drink unto oblivion
And finished the night blitzed!

A poem that I wrote, because I wanted to understand why people have problems with alcohol.

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