"I Drink," or "For want of a Bottle" by Cris_Fireheart

"I Drink," or "For want of a Bottle"

Cris_Fireheart, Alcohol, Depression, Poetry, Sad, Struggle, addiction, happiness, personal, truth

A poem about my alcoholism. To those who are "true" alcoholics like I am, (started at 15, cannot just quit cold turkey or the shakes come first, and the hallucinating and convulsions after) I write this to let you know you aren't alone. And to those who have managed to overcome this affliction, I wish you truly the best. As for me? I probably don't have too much time left, but I think I'll keep on. Sometimes it's better to have a little relief than a lot of pain I can't handle. And nobody can stand me when I'm sober; not even myself.

I drink when I awaken;

I drink until I sleep.

I drink for what I

should forget,

And drink for what

I'll keep.

I drink for all that I

Have lost;

I drink for what I've

Found.

I drink when all my

Friends are here,

And when they aren't

Around.

On every morn',

I have a drink,

To rouse me from

My bed,

And every night

I drink to sleep

When I lay down

My head.

I drink when life

Comes over me;

And when I wish

For death.

I drink because

The 'sober' me

Deserves to not

Draw breath.

I drink when I feel

Happy;

And drink when I'm

Depressed.

And drink to calm my

Racing thoughts;

Allow my mind

A breath.

I've drank for over

Twenty years;

They haven't been

The best...

I'll drink for long as

I am here,

And drink until my death.