I Need Alcohol: Nightmares And Alone Poem by Paula Glynn

I Need Alcohol: Nightmares And Alone

Rating: 5.0


The night falls upon my lonely heart
Memories play their cruel part
People Chinese whisper
People chase and goad me
And spit on the autumn ground

Time moves slowly
New memories are made
While I live my life afraid
Anxiety never ending
Unless I ease my blues with the bottle

The old drink does ease the fear
Drinking does take me away from here
Away from the nightmare
That is my constant burden
As if I have blood on my hands

Years and years wasted
All those variety of drinks tasted
From gin, beer to vodka
And girlfriend cocktails
No idea of my incessant need

To walk and breathe intoxicated
Red wine to white wine
And every other drink
My mind numb
With no need to think

Brandy like candy
Sweet on the tongue
A drink not designed for the young
An addiction to ultimately destroy
Like a hitman's gun

Others notice me relaxed
Not telling me about the tax
That trying to ease the burden with drink
Getting drunk instinct
From relatives with the same problem

But I am in denial
I believe no one knows
But deep down I know it shows
For my love affair with alcohol
Is just how my life goes.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Sylvia Frances Chan 22 September 2021

5 Stars full for this formidable poem, but IF this be truth, the kidneys are swelling up and sleep is deepest and undisturbed, but in the end the kindneys will say goodbye to body

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Sylvia Frances Chan 22 September 2021

I believe this poem so truest, this is written from life's story, BUT IF you are not the leading-person, your poetical gift is truly marvelous

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Sylvia Frances Chan 22 September 2021

IF this is true, WHY? You are not yet a teenager anymore, or like Charles Bukowski, you are prolonging life in the alcohol way and create poems existing therein.

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Sylvia Frances Chan 22 September 2021

I come back to add this amazing poem about alcohol addiction to My Favourites

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Sylvia Frances Chan 22 September 2021

All addictions can be stopped, seek good friends and make the day a true day and not the reverse of it. This is not meant to be hurting, but that this addiction stops

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Sylvia Frances Chan 22 September 2021

What I wished to say is, we as tennismembers cannot see they are alcoholists, only the way they drank beer, and one day they are all of a sudden dead.

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Sylvia Frances Chan 22 September 2021

We have two alchoholists in our tennisclub, Indeed alcoholists can still do all things in a natural way, but after the play, they drank dutch beer endlessly because beer in a tennisclub is cheap, only for members.

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Sylvia Frances Chan 22 September 2021

If you publish a poem here on this Poem Hunter PoemSite then, you are never alone, dear Poetess!

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Paula Glynn

Paula Glynn

Essex, Britain
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