Graveyward Shift

Graveyward Shift

A Poem by Sue

A poem about succumbing to and ending addiction.


I’m filling in for someone else

This isn’t my time of day

I tell myself

As I shift to my shelf  

And reach for the Tanqueray

One month goes by smoothly

No headaches; not woozy

I might like this time of night

My troubles won’t move me

My life is improving

And everything feels alright


One month and one half

Things aren’t going so bad

And work will always get done.

But not before booze

Another shot of Grey Goose

I’m trying to have some fun!

Take troubles away

Liquid sword …Eradicate,

So I can get something done!

So much for that plan

My cup drops from my hand

While my nap is seen by the Sun


Just clocking in

A forceful sit with my spin

Staring up into the night sky

Two hours till sunlight

A wasted, clear night

Is this all I know of my life?

This whirlwind of lust

Quickly turned to disgust

As I spin with my bottle of Gin

I lay in the grass

For the whirling to pass

Praying for daylight again


I watched myself die

With the bloodshot of my eyes

And the crack of my throat and face

And my liquid sword

Was nothing more

Than illusion and my decay

I was lying to think

That I couldn’t sink

In “The Tonic that washed pain away”

And there’s nothing I’ll miss

Of the Graveyard shift

It isn’t my time of day.


© 2015 Sue

Author's Note

I hope you all enjoy! This is one of my more intimate poems about me and my addiction.

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It might appear to someone like me that you might be trading one addiction off for another or just doing your drinking at a different time of the day!

Posted 7 Years Ago

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7 Years Ago

Interesting interpretation! If you don't mind me asking, why do you think I traded one addiction for.. read more

7 Years Ago

Also, thanks for the review!

7 Years Ago

You were filling in for someone else, this not being your time of day. in the header, it read more
sometimes we just get overwhelmed,we find a vise to help us.usually it does more harm than good
a beautiful write,touching and profound .

Posted 7 Years Ago

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7 Years Ago

Thank you so much! I appreciate the review and the kind words :)

7 Years Ago

my pleasure
Deeply moving piece Sue.
Well done and thank you for sharing.

Posted 7 Years Ago


7 Years Ago

Thank you! I'm glad you liked it :)

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Added on August 14, 2015
Last Updated on August 14, 2015
Tags: poetry, addiction, new beginnings, death, life, health, night, graveyard, shift




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