The Demon Drink.[ Alcoholism ] Poem by alan brown

I stumbled down the driveway
and fell up three of our stairs
But I was not still concuss
to that I was aware.

I tried to tell my story
as you lay upon the bed
but ran into the toilet
and was violently sick instead,

I remember the next morning
as you set off for your work
But my head wouldn't leave the pillow
no matter what it was worth.

You came home in the evening
after a full day of hard toil
But I couldent understand you
when you punished me like a boy.

I know that I am a drinker
but kind to you I'am
never to beseech you
is in my earthly plan

I wish there was a cure
for this my mortal sin,
But I know this very evening
that I will drink again.

I try to be the man
that you know I used to be
But the demon drink takes over
and brings me to my knees.

I will try again this weekend
and you know I love you so
But the drink can overpower me
so lets take this quite slow.

I sit here all alone at night
waiting for the sublime.
But now I know you'v had enough
and never will be mine.

But please don't think bad of me
because I loved you so.
But the demon drink controls my mind
And I wish it wasn't so