Alcohol Poem by Winifred Harkness

People can’t understand my words
If they can all they hear is slurs
I stumble around
Already hit my head on the ground
This bottle in my hand
It’s getting really hard for me to stand
I drink and drink until my eyesight is blurred
I know in my head I’ll never be cured
It dims my pain for the night
I know what I’m doing is not right
My 7th bottle is empty and people are leaving
I’m in the wet grass dry heaving
People start to lift me
Asking if I’m okay
Taking me to the car but I wanted to stay
I passed out from everything last night
Waking up was not a pretty sight
The pain is back
And I walk straight for the alcohol rack.