John Thorkild Ellison

Rookie - 113 Points (17/04/51 / Edinburgh)

Alcohol - Poem by John Thorkild Ellison

When I was nearly round the bend
I turned to you,
I had a drink or two,
I thought that you would help, False Friend!
And so I drank and drank and drank,
And hoped that you would fill the void!
But look at me now, defeated and destroyed,
My misery will never end,
What can I do?
Where is my hope?
Where are the things that I enjoyed?
How can I cope?

By finishing with you, False Friend!
This is the End! !


Comments about Alcohol by John Thorkild Ellison

  • Brian Jani (5/26/2014 7:45:00 AM)


    Well done again john (Report) Reply

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  • (12/31/2010 7:27:00 AM)


    I like a tipple myself.Try 'Breakfast'.Happy New Year. (Report) Reply

  • (6/24/2008 8:43:00 AM)


    Dear John

    Having in my humble opinion died in a French gutter in anoither life,
    probably with a bottle in my hand, I like your poem very much
    (Report) Reply

  • (4/13/2008 3:58:00 PM)


    Now playing: The End, by The Doors. Best wishes Mr. E. on this new direction in your life. (Report) Reply

  • (4/7/2008 9:32:00 AM)


    Sometimes you think that the person you hang around with is your true friend, but he or she is not falsely because they're pressuring or force you to do something that you do not want to do. Nice poem I really like it. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 1, 2008

Poem Edited: Wednesday, April 2, 2008


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