The Bottle - Poem by Alex Carr
I just want you to know,
that I’m not mad at you
I know what it’s like,
when your world crumbles with life,
I know what a broken heart can do.
I’m thankful that you raised me,
and your guidance made me strong
It’s because of this,
through the seizures and fits,
I was able to hold on.
I hated seeing you broken;
I couldn’t stand to see you alone
That’s why I stood by your side,
as the vodka entwined,
And wrapped it s poison ‘round your soul.
I never wanted much from you;
I only want to see you smile,
So I just want you to know,
you’re still my hero,
Just like when I was a child.
You always stuck up for me,
and understood my troublesome ways
That’s why I wrote,
the first letter I post,
To you when I was locked up in chains.
I know that I got from you,
a spirit that breaks when faced with hard times,
Even though with you it broke,
with me I won’t “choke”
And somehow I’ll free myself from it’s binds.
Even though our struggles are much,
and most times haven’t been fun’
The sober years I had,
with you as my dad,
Make me grateful that I am your son.
I hope you know that I love you,
and I forgive you for not being there,
‘cause this life is pain,
it can send you insane,
And depression is anything but fair.
If someday you read this,
once the day comes I’ve been killed,
Promise me this,
you’ll let go of it,
And free yourself from the guilt.
‘cause I don’t care about your absence,
I don’t care that you were long gone,
‘cause the fact my role model,
fell in love with the bottle,
Has made me 10 times as strong.
Comments about The Bottle by Alex Carr
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Still I Rise
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Edgar Allan Poe
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
A Dream Within A Dream
Edgar Allan Poe