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mental stability of an alcoholic (fictional)

Blue eyes brighter than mine,
Light blonde hair practically white,
Short chubby girl always holding a glass of wine.
Slightly psychotic,
A little neurotic,
She takes another sip of wine.
Very obsessive,
Sometimes aggressive,
She still finds the wine divine.
Her children are moving,
Their lives she is ruining,
Each sip helps her pass the time.
Sipping it gently,
Drifting away mentally,
Oh this mother of mine.

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Morna MacNeill

I love this, your writing seems so light hearted but it is very insightful.

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Jimmy Arnold

Gina,

Fictitiously written but rings true in the lives of those that can't put that last one down, that takes them over the top but leaves them down in the dumps,each drink leads only to another and another...Drinking simply because their glass is empty, not paying attention to those that they are pushing or have pushed out the door and from their lives for ever. The bottle becoming their best friend and if no one else listens to their repeatitive stories, which is told each time they become overly intoxicated, it doesn't matter because their only friend, the bottle, will listen and each time he feels your glass is half empty, rather than half full, he will be your friend and fill it to the brim and will keep them coming, until you have passed out from intoxication.Yet when morning comes, he's right their by your side once again waiting to pick up where it and you, last left off......A true disease for many that drink and for those whom have been lost and estranged from  their loved ones, because alcohol wasn't just a part of their life it in essence became their life.... Perfectly written and i commend you.....

Jim 

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