(No matter the stuff, the things that are being ABUSED
Enough is NEVER Enough,2 whatever the Addict has USED! !)
ABUSE of the alcohol, drinkers always thirsty for more drink...
sittting at the bar,4m the time it opens to the very last call...
Sound familiar at all? EVEN, when, in the a.m. After the night the drunk had, but cannot recall! ! ! TO find puke, all over the sink, and to awake in the bathroom stall. THEIR head is pounding, CLOTHES covered in SWEAT....EVEN their pants were SOAKING WET.
NOT4M WATER, NOT FROM BEER..but you bet.....
they wish the yellowish stain on the front of their pants was clear...
A grown person pee'd themselves, thats embarrassing as hell! ! ! !
NOW THE HEADACHE HAS BECOME A MIGRAINE
so now they need a stronger drink to ease they re pain.. again
any excuse..to drink up the booze...
THEY TAKE A FAST SHOWER, HAPPY HOUR STARTS IN A HOUR
THEY throw on clothes, doesn't matter if they are dirty or clean
just so long as they didn't smell of stale beer, body odor, nor PEE...
there will always be that thirst, , , no matter who it hurts
for an alcoholic, the beer liquor and or wine, , , , , , , ,
WILL ALWATS COMES 1ST, IT WILL WIN EVERYTIME
its not a contest, even though it feels like that sometimes
its a conquest, the alcohol showing you, that anytime
you go up against it, trying to make the drinker quit
the alcohols disease, will just hold on never letting go of it
by it, i mean the drink of course...it doesn't discriminate thats for sure
no matter what family, n friends, try, we always lose
THE ADDICT IN THEM WILL ALWAYS CHOOSE....
THE liquor, beer or wine...COMES in 1st place EVERYTIME...
THE alcoholic's disease now controls they; re mind.....
No matter how many, nor which bridge was burnt? ? ? ?
the lessons are never learnt, not by the drinker nor the seeker
the drinkers disease will chose....for what his addiction is yearning
for, not them, unfortunately its not his family anymore! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
even if they are hell-bent on trying..to make a stand
giving the alcoholic threats, ultimatums, but eventually giving in
to help they're fallen loved one, a helping hand
a person who has not been through this cannot even begin... to understand...they still hold out hope that the non-drinking part of the person is still in command... over his mind..but that willpower has died
they cannot believe that the liquor, the beer, and even the wine
WINS WITHOUT FAIL, EVERY SINGLE DAMN TIME! ! ! !
THAT THEIR DISEASE WILL START EATING AWAY AT YOU
INTO YOUR HEART, MIND AND BODY TOO...
the drinker doesn't realize how they're loved 1s suffer so
they are so consumed in the drink, they really don't know
even if they could..understand....it never would...make a difference until they're ready to take a stand..fight this war alone....loved 1s standing on the sidelines
but this battle must done....gradually paced in they're own time
i know that giving up seems out of the? QUESTION?
but here's some advice from an alcoholics' victim...
victim was me, and the alcoholic was my dad....just 1 suggestion
don't let their disease take you down with them...THEN...when
it finally becomes a reality..and they make the stand for themselves
you need not be burned out, they are going to need your help
and if you pushed them when they weren't ready to take that leap
your own hatred for them will run so deep...you just might
not be able to get past your own issues to help them in their fight
remember right now its not your loved one, its the disease....
take it 4m daddy's little girl who was the center of his world
but i was 2nd in that line, beer won that contest every single time
U CANNOT HELP THEM, NO MATTER WHAT YOU TRY TO OR DO
THEY will HELP THEMSELVES, WHEN THEYRE READY TOO..........
IT'S never ur fault, your never to blame, nor feel ashamed....
i know this doesn't sound right, but this is no-longer your fight
I'VE BEEN THERE, STRICKEN WITH GRIEF AND DESPAIR WATCHING MY DAD WHOMI LOVED N CARED
I WATCHED THIS DISEASE KILL MY LOVED ONE
THERE WAS NOTHING I COULD DO I WAS TOO YOUNG
i realize now as a adult, the man i loved, had died a long time before the day that he actually passed away...when he became an alcoholic, drink after drink...i knew what I THOUGHT WASNT RIGHT TO THINK that he chose the LIQUOR, and he chose the BEER....and then the disease took over, and my dad disappeared
year after year, time seeming longer then time
the alcohol had replaced me as his daughter, he was no longer mine
just as i said in this poem 2-3 times b4, i will say it just once more
THE LIQUOR, THE SPIRITS, THE BEER, AND THE WINE....
ALWAYS CAME 1ST N WON EVERYTIME! ! ! ! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem