the dry drunk (revised)

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  1. Lentil Illness

    Lentil Illness Well-Known Member

    no alcohol in
    my body the
    dry drunk

    to poison
    my blood to
    lubricate these
    bones oh

    I remember
    the growing pains
    when my small bones
    they bellowed

    pain and through
    the dimness of the
    desktop light
    I cried like a ghost
    all through the night

    my bones untended
    the hurt never mended

    no alcohol in this
    baneful body the
    sober sorrowing
    sad sack sulks
    around this space
    I sigh and skulk

    this house is not
    a happy home
    this house is as dry
    as the driest bone

    sobriety my adversary
    turns and grins then
    laughs at me
    three whole days you
    could not last!

    and so into shame’s
    shadow I am shamefully
    cast, drinking at last

    I wear the mask of shame
    the mask of the deplorable
    pathetic perpetual loser

    the drunkard’s mask

    the drunken boozer
  2. BrokenPieces

    BrokenPieces Well-Known Member

    That was a great poem! i really liked it! :D
  3. Petal

    Petal SF dreamer Staff Alumni SF Supporter

    amazing :heart:
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