Thirst
Unrelenting
Always tempting
Never at ease
A hereditary disease
When pickled in alcohol
I feel at home
Like a bird in the trees
Bad skin
No healthy glow
Check my reflection
The whites of my eyes are now yellow
Bloated abdomen
Itchy flaky skin
Does this sound fun?
I picked a fight with the devil..
Guess who won
I might seem vibrant
But inside I'm black
A living
Walking
Breathing
Heart attack
I might seem healthy
But I'm ill at ease
An inviting host
For a cancerous disease
Drying out for the umpteenth time
Trying to break the curse
Counting down the days
I hope my stomach ulcer doesn't burst
Sobriety is a daunting task
Death may be near
But I do not fear
My loved ones suffering is minimal
Is all that I ask
A prisoner of my own experience
Strength I lack
I stare at death
And death stares back
Uncomfortable reading
But the truth hurts
Can't quench
The unquenchable.....
Thirst
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Hi Syd, I am also doing ‘dry January’ should really do the other 11 months as well but ..baby steps! Pinned this to remind me to keep going..really liked this a lot, well written and great pace..thanks for sharing xx
Lodigiana
Hi there Lodigiana, I'm glad you liked the poem. Thanks for the pinn. Yeah I too could do with extra 11 months off the drink.
Thanks for reading, take care - Syd xx
Fantastic realism ??? I have been in a situation when I've witnessed this happen to a loved one I had, and the reality of this just got me, well written ???
Hi Wayne, I witnessed my mother go through it. I'm sorry that you also had to witness a loved one go through this. You think I would know better than to get myself in such a state. It does run in the family though, although that's no excuse.
Thanks for reading and leaving feedback.
Take care - Syd
It's such a heart wrenching situation to witness but most of all it must be so traumatic for the individual going through it, you take care Syd ?
Cheers mate, I will do. One day at time I suppose. I done dry January last year and it was a struggle but I think I really need to change my habits for good
Fingers crossed for you Syd, and everything else, day to day that's the length of the battle ☮
God bless you, Syd. I'm in the same hell hole... Only haven't gotten strong enough to out down the bottle. I know I'm killing myself.... My liver aches, or pancreas, or whatever is under my left rib... It's a sickness I can't seem to conquer. Praying every day for deliverance... Maybe tomorrow. God bless! ❤
Hi Denise, I hope someday you manage to give up if drinking is affecting you that badly. Two years ago I was diagnosed with having an inflamed liver. I managed to keep off the drink for six weeks and when I went for another check up I was fine. Unfortunately I've fallen back into the rut again. I had pain on my right side under my ribs though as that's where your liver is. I would suggest a trip to the doctors.
Thanks for reading and leaving feedback. Much appreciated. Take care and good luck - Syd
Quality stuff syd!
Thank you Keith, glad you enjoyed.
- Syd
Wow SYD!!.....I'm so glad I caught this... apologies for no having kept up with your stuff more..... but this..... this is seriously quality work man..... driving it home because you know what exactly what you're talking about.... and it's interesting too because SO MANY writers find themselves in this place.....A stunning write brother poet.... every stanza a powerful insight!!......BRAVO!!.....PINNED for perfection!!..... no shit!!.....kick ass write!!......LOVE and ROCKETS!!.....T xo ♥♥♥
Hi Tony, thanks ever so much. Glad you enjoyed. No need to apologise for not keeping up with my poems, I don't know how you manage to keep up with so many, you deserve a medal.
Yes unfortunately I do know exactly what I'm talking about. Haven’t had a drink since New Year though so I'm not off to a bad start to 2018.
Thanks for reading and leaving feedback
- Syd xo
I watched my Aunt Diane die a slow and painful death at the ripe old age of 42 due to sclerosis of the liver, Syd.
While under Hospice care at the hospital, she bloated from her normal body weight of 115 pounds to a whopping 186. She was literally the color of a banana. She looked as if she was pregnant with quintuplets.
It was horrifying.
I was 26 at the time. Needless to say, that made me swear off drinking from that day forward. Your hard-hitting poem brought all of those memories to bear.
"God grant me the serenity
To accept the things I cannot change;
Courage to change the things I can;
And wisdom to know the difference.
Living one day at a time;
Enjoying one moment at a time;
Accepting hardships as the pathway to peace;
Taking, as He did, this sinful world
As it is, not as I would have it;
Trusting that He will make all things right
If I surrender to His Will;
So that I may be reasonably happy in this life
And supremely happy with Him
Forever and ever in the next.
Amen."
~Dean Kuch
Hi Dean, I'm so sorry that you had to witness your aunt go through that and die such a horrible death. I'm not religious but maybe I should be, I've read countless books on addiction but I always have trouble when surrendering to a higher power when it comes to the step program.
I'd like to make clear that I'm not in as bad condition as I describe in my poem, but if I don't change my ways then that is where I see myself in the future. I haven't had a drink since New Year so I'm off to a good start.
Thanks for taking the time to read my poem and leave feedback. I love this advice
- Syd
You're more than welcome, Syd.
I wish you the very best of luck.
~Dean
superb ink.
Thanks you Poetessdarkly, I appreciate you reading and leaving feedback. Glad you enjoyed - Syd