Drinkers
Drinkers
Lucky to be here
Is all that I can say
I used to live in fear
Every single day
Terrified of alcohol
Because it ran my days
Always looking out for drink
In many different ways
I'd sit inside the local pub
Beside's what people thought
I'd have no money on me
But drinks I did get bought
But that just brought me utter shame
Because nothing in life is free
I now know now, that at that time
All the men were using me
I haven't had an easy time
Times they were quite tough
Lots of fun and laughter
But most times it was rough
I knew that it would cost me
My heart was full of shame
And alcohol it brought me
A really dirty name
But I didn't care then, I was ill
The drink was overtaking
Always really poorly
Trembling and shaking
It was so hard, I was abused
And no-one really cared
But deep inside my little self
I was frightened and so scared
But alcohol ain't bothered
Your dignity, your pride
Everything you really are
You bottle up inside
Now that I am older
And I look back and see
I was a frightened lady
And no-one did help me
Pushed and shoved away each day
By one's that I loved dearly
Now I don't drink and I look back
I see this much more clearly
If I see a drinker
I try to lend a hand
Cause I've been in that place
And I really understand
Alcohol is an illness
And that don't give a shit
It takes away your dignity
And you know this is it
Next time you see a drinker
Please lend a helping hand
I hope this little poem
Has helped you understand
It's not by choice this happens
They're ill like any other
It could be anyone you know
Your Sister or your Brother
If you pay a bit of attention
Just give a bit of care
That gives hope to drinkers
And there's many trapped out there
Freya
Mon 12th Feb 2018 22:47
Thank you for this. My father is a drinker on the mend. This poem gives some great insight into the illness