The Spirit Of An Alcoholic Poem by Matthew Densley

The Spirit Of An Alcoholic



He's high in spirits low in soul
And like his drink he's bitter
Reminiscing of the days of youth
When he was strong and fitter

His voice will dare not speak a word
Quietly sipping his life away
While sitting under neon lights
And drinking for the day

Doing cash jobs on the side
To fund the fuel he needs
Dropping money on the bar
Upon the ale he feeds

Still he cannot find the will
To shave or even shower
Waits for the best part of his day
When clocks strikes happy hour

Only thinking of him drinking
His next pint of liquid gold
And the only thing he hopes for
Is the ales refreshing cold

The bar stool throne he calls his own
When drunk he feels he's king
The truth is he's a slave to booze
It's his crutch and it's his sling

His mind is the depressive kind
The torment deep inside
But does not try to save himself
Behind the pint glass he will hide

He sees how the pint glass glistens
Though his visions rarely clear
He's supporting his misfortunes
On a fortunes worth of beer

His ailing failing liver stretched
And beaten from the booze
Does not worry for his organs
Or that his life he stands to lose

For a bit he tried to quit
And quickly gave up trying
Sees his reflection in his pint
That will watch him slowly dying






'The Spirit Of An Alcoholic' Copyright © 2010 Matthew Densley
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COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Brian Jani 26 May 2014

Nicely penned I enjoyed the read

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John Oconnell 09 February 2010

its the hard thorough truth. I'm years off it! well written, a 7, john

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