Sometimes my mind goes where my body cannot, only when you reach the bottom of bottles will you understand my thoughts. Poème...It means poem in French. My first poem, a poem on alcoholism. Day 181 of a Year of Prompts! Seven in the morning. Hungover as can be.
please don't hate me, friend. But Whiskey and Monster isn't just for drunk infantrymen. He wasn't sure why his father left him behind. Am I addicted because I'm sad, sad because I'm addicted, or addicted to sad? A simple poem about an alcoholic struggng and coming to terms with his self hate. A story of living waking up drunk and sick something meaningless and repetitive the heat coming from our bodies the cold coming from our souls
Sometimes I drink my feelings away A story of the reflection of the stranger at the bottom of an empty glass I've come to the heartbreaking realization that I no longer want to give anymore of myself to you, at this time. I gave all I got.
poetry vs alcoholism
Source: https://www.launchora.com/story/versu-es-whiskey A small piece about the emotional confusion of loving an alcoholic.