Beer Poem by Brenda Urka

Day by day, I sit and think,
Why the can of beer, daily you drink.
A promise made to change your life,
A promise made to stop, and make me your wife.
My eyes are heavy with tears of pain,
I find the beer, a painful stain.
You try hard when I point it out,
A angry fight, scream and angry shouts.
I feel my heart is slowly closing,
Sadly I find, I am knowing.
The beer is truly a demon, with know controlling.
Close my eyes a dream I have,
Of you and me hand and hand,
But a can stands in the middle of our plan.
I love you deeply, it pains me so,
I can't live with this demon that you know.
I know your trying, to no avail,
I see our love going straight to hell.
Burning slowly, silent screaming,
I try to talk, no one to tell, Goodbye my love,
My heart has feel.
A drunking touch, has no meaning,
Touches my flesh, I feel the burning
A song I heard on the radio,
Sadly I see it's me.
You only kiss me when your drunk..
Painful, babe I know its meaning.