My sister phones at midnight
she has had a few drinks,
she asks what a genetic pre-disposition to alcohol means?
I switch on the light and slowly pull my eyes open,
I humour myself-
why me god?
'Well'
she said
'I have been drinking almost everyday for 30 years
and still I wake up thinking maybe today is my last day drinking.'
only one who has been there knows
hell is a dark and lonely road
down and down we drop
and still we can't stop.
I was a lot younger
but I was nearly broken beyond repair,
I remember yelling into the night
a rock-bottom prayer...............
from the depths of despair.
I listen now
while her words fade into sobs,
she doesn't need to be told
more than anyone else-
SHE KNOWS.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this is so my life... my sister also... wow very good poem... I love it
I agree with u...and by our very welcome..im new at this and your poem was the first one I read it was perfect
I agree with u... and your very welcome... I'm new at this and yours was the first one I read...it was perfect
Yes Vanessa drugs nearly killed me in my late teens and early twenties it was a wake up call and changed the direction of my life dramatically. It might seem strange to say but there is nothing in my life I could afford to be without. I am grateful for it all the joys and sorrows. Thank you