Poem -
Starting New
I broke, I fell, I lost.
My family, my friends, what cost?
Now they just sit, now they just watch.
HELP, I did notĀ want.
NEED, I did not know.
Yet, to the bottle, my feet and hands still go.
SILENCE, blacked out, light gone from my head.
Thinking to myself;Ā "this is it, I am DEAD."
I just can't, get the visionĀ of you, out of my mind.
Loud RING, flashing lights, I hear screams, I hear cries.
Unknowing the scene, till I open my eyes.
"Call the poliece, we need help, some advice.
Come on dear friend, you're not going to die."
Able to speak, I speak my mind, and tell them don't, I'll be alright.
Now I'm awake, broken and sore, I give you away.
Then walk, through my door.
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Comments
This is a beautiful poem. Very well done.
-GraciaĀ
Thank you Gracia,
I'm still a recovering alcoholic. It's not easy I stopped drinking as much as I did. One gallon a day. Thanks to strangers am I able to see just what difference just a few moments can make. I fell victim to my own choice, now I chose not to hide thank you Gracia.
~Mark~
Hey MARK!!....... addiction can beĀ a very difficult thing to write about it........ and MUCH more difficult to overcome........ years ago it destroyed my life......I lost my children over it....... now things are much better....... but .....there was a VERY long period where even my closest friends wouldn't even talk to me........, but GOD always has a plan......... and I wouldn't trade those terrible days for anything .......I'm a better person for having experienced it........ your poem is powerful and honest....... honesty works in every part of life.........ALL STARS.....thanx for sharing this!!.......LOVE and ROCKETS!!.......T xo. ?āā“ā³
I am in years no words.
Tears not years.