Poem -

At The Trigger Of A Bottle

Coping with living
Because the world is so vicious and unforgiving,
The things that are bad for us are easily available,
So many go to the bottle,
And die at the bottom,

One glass had her hooked,
Trying to find herself inside this addiction,
A liquid obsession,
Champagne becomes breakfast,
Not at Tiffany's but at the Grim Reapers,
Cuts from the poison edge deeper,

Stealing who she is and was or could be,
A story that unfolds in every generation, in every country, in each decade of history,
But it's becoming too common for a multitude of reasons,
As she takes another sip, trying to chase the thoughts away,
A result of the vitriol we are all forced to listen to
It's easier to run when you can't see any other way,

But the pain comes up,
As you are hunched over the toilet,
Praying to God,
That you will be free of this addiction,
No friends - they are gone,
Leaving is easier for some,
Alcoholics struggle to stop,
It's the pain, not the person,
An addiction is the illness,
The bottle becomes the gun,
Life is the trigger.

 

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RG

I watch the series madmen  on Netflix, One of my favorite lines is an older gentleman who runs the marketing firm tells the main character “you know what is wrong with your generation your generation drinks to cope with what you’re going through, our generation drinks because it tastes good”

and this poem really resonated with me as I am a regular when it comes to drinking but now I find myself not drinking to escape things but mostly out of boredom, like your poem suggests the things that are bad for us are always readily available.

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K.G. Munro

Thank you :). I have seen the damaging consequences of alcoholism and it is horrible to watch someone go through it. It doesn't help that we live in difficult times and the fact that unhealthy things are glorified. 

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RG

It’s the hardest to witness through a mirror, been there done that! 

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