Hands Off The Bottle Poem by Bianca 199

He said okay with a smile and a nod
And quietly turned around
I knew in the end his words would be lost
In the dump with all the other ones
I asked him right before he left
To come back home sober to me
So that he could handle our family
But we would need a miracle for that
Somehow I sensed he would drink at the bar
To the point of foolish oblivion
He'd once again make a clown out of himself
Then stagger into some dirty motel

He's forgotten his good life here at home
And has made sport of robbing his mind
Well this time I will not fall under any spell
I will get up and leave this deprivation behind
The bags'll be packed by tomorrow morning
And I'll leave behind all the bad past memories
I might cry myself into a good sleep when it is all done
Thinking of how he'll return and everything will be gone
But I remember telling him that this would eventually come
Because of all the unnecessary pain he's caused
So an empty house shouldn't come off as a surprise

I just would like him to change his selfish ways
And find something worthwhile to confide in
I hope he knows my advice is nothing but concern
From the ever longing that exists for him in my heart
I've always wanted him to be at peace with me
So that we wouldn't fight about the asinine things
But instead love one another unconditionally
It would be great if he could stand before everyone
Without a drunken slur and empty bottle in his hand
But I have to keep away from his awful influence until then
And push back the painful memories of everything