Alcoholics Anonymous

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

I do not have an alcoholic influence in my life, but I have a loathing for irresponsible parents with a buzz and a desire to harm. Crappy poetry inspired by crappy events.

Here you sit, drowning in a puddle of booze and regret.

The  stench of your own breath nauseating you.

Slowly, you stand up from the creaky chair in which you sit.

Stumbling, you catch yourself on the table, and another empty bottle crashes to the floor.

It lies there is sad fragments, joining the others which haven’t been cleaned up from last night.

Sad fragments, does it remind you of yourself?

You push the thought away, it just makes you angrier.

Your wife walks in the door, head ducked.

She can smell it in the air, liquor and rage.

You see the fear in her eyes as she takes you in, disheveled and drunk.

She knows what’s coming and you do too.

You walk toward her, hand raised.

Strike, strike, strike, through her cries, through the cries of your children.

The anger in your head won’t let you stop.

It’s not your fault, you think.

You won’t even remember it in the morning.

But they will.

Every bruise you leave on their skin is an anchor to drown them.

Every name you call them is a flame to burn them.

Every time you put fear in their hearts is a sour seed planted.

Tell me do you feel remorse?

Remorse for the things you’ve done to them?

Remorse for the mental torture?

Tell me do you know that your daughter cries at night?

That she shakes and trembles, leftover fear that you put there?

Do you know that your son beats himself to blackout trying to stop the noise in his head?

Do you know that every look you give them sends shadows racing to their thoughts?

Of course you don’t.

You can only see your needs.

You see the world in a hazy red, a world turned to blood by liquor and rage.

So pick up the next bottle.

Drink until you can’t physically raise the glass to your lips.

Mumble words of self-pity and loathing to the dank walls of the empty room.

It is your only

Alcoholics Anonymous.


Submitted: December 05, 2014

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