"I Drink," or "For want of a Bottle"
A poem about my alcoholism. To those who are "true" alcoholics like I am, (started at 15, cannot just quit cold turkey or the shakes come first, and the hallucinating and convulsions after) I write this to let you know you aren't alone. And to those who have managed to overcome this affliction, I wish you truly the best. As for me? I probably don't have too much time left, but I think I'll keep on. Sometimes it's better to have a little relief than a lot of pain I can't handle. And nobody can stand me when I'm sober; not even myself.
I drink when I awaken;
I drink until I sleep.
I drink for what I
should forget,
And drink for what
I'll keep.
I drink for all that I
Have lost;
I drink for what I've
Found.
I drink when all my
Friends are here,
And when they aren't
Around.
On every morn',
I have a drink,
To rouse me from
My bed,
And every night
I drink to sleep
When I lay down
My head.
I drink when life
Comes over me;
And when I wish
For death.
I drink because
The 'sober' me
Deserves to not
Draw breath.
I drink when I feel
Happy;
And drink when I'm
Depressed.
And drink to calm my
Racing thoughts;
Allow my mind
A breath.
I've drank for over
Twenty years;
They haven't been
The best...
I'll drink for long as
I am here,
And drink until my death.