A Face With No Future Poem by David Harris
A Face With No Future
I look in the mirror,
and what do I see?
A face with no future,
stares out at me.
On the table, a glass and a bottle,
of my favourite poison.
When I was young,
I drank to be alive.
Now all I do,
is drink to survive.
My eyes bloodshot,
filled with vacant stare.
My face goes unshaven,
but what do I care?
My bottle is now empty,
quickly replace with one full.
Soon it will be empty,
just like this fool.
Family and friends fled.
My eyes were blind.
All they could see,
was another drink,
in front of me.
My legs get unsteady.
I stagger instead of walk.
A bottle wrapped in paper,
gripped tightly by my hand.
My clothes grow dirty,
as days and nights combine.
A smile is frozen,
on this face of mine.
My arm flex out,
when I stumble to the ground.
Faces look down at me,
expressions display my waste.
I just hold my smile,
as I lay there in their midst.
At least my bottle,
didn’t break,
on my fall from grace.
Time for another drink,
raise bottle to my lips.
Liquid trickles down my throat,
and still my smile remains,
as silly as it can be.
The faces disappear.
Everyone has gone now.
Like family and friends,
they all desert.
I lay there on my own.
For no one wants to take,
a drunk home.
25 Jan 2007
We all have our addictons I've transposed mine into a new glass the glass I'm staring at to write to you my friend: O)
Another great poem David, yes no one wants to take a drunk home, although another drunk will and oh my gosh what the morning brings. I'm currently writing a poem about that morning. Thanks again David for another wonderful poem.----Melvina--
A message in a bottle, but look carefully at the label David, from here it says Though man has many faults, we be as faulted to sit and judge him, for who among us has done no wrong A very expressive piece David, see beyond the glass Love duncan X
A full confessional. Try my offering of Too Old Thanks and take care.
Simple and stark description of a fellow human and their plight. very good write.
what a narration! made me hold my breath when 'He fell from grace' and burst out laughting when he exulted that 'At least my bottle didn’t break! '
it was a chance reading and no regrets...didn't i like the simple way it's written...i do understand every bit of it right from 'a face with no future/stares out at me...' indira
Having a friend who is an alcoholic and was given 6 months over a year ago, you have described them perfectly. As for more comments, I think everyone else has said it already. Well done
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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12/5/2025 3:25:07 AM # 1.0.0
quite good. i like the ease of the poem, it gets a powerful point across without being too complicated. i would appreciate any feedback you might have on my writing, you seem to be very creative!