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Alcoholic

Alcoholic

A Poem by Beth Wilcox

Broken hurtful memories are all you've given me.

Looking past the bottles there's nothing you can see.

 

Just one more drink. One more shot. Another f*****g glass.

Until you put the liquor down you can kiss my a*s.

 

I'm tired of this angry mess the drinks have made of you.

Where's that fun and loving father that I thought I knew?

 

Hiding behind beer bottles and empty bottles of jack.

One more sip, I swear to God, I'm never looking back.

 

It's not my job to help you get out of this black hole.

So be a man, grow the f**k up, and learn some self control.

 

Football, friends and cigarettes are followed by more booze.

I'm not the one who's doing this, so explain why I should lose.

 

When I picture family, I dream of you so fair and kind.

An alcoholic father is not what I'd had in mind. Put down your cup of vodka.

 

Put down that damn patron.

When alcohol's your only care, you're sure to die alone.

 

Those drinks, they make you hurt me. You make me want to die.

You say it's never caused a problem but your living in your lies.

 

I wrote you a sad wishful letter, it's carved into my arm.

But you had never read it. You don't know how bad I'm harmed.

 

Scars and bruises that you give me I know are done in vain.

But daddy don't apologize, I'd hate to make you see my pain.

 

I promise I've gotten use to all this s****y parenting.

Just close my eyes and clear my mind. It's not worth remembering.

 

One more tear hits the cold floor. I don't care about you anymore.


© 2011 Beth Wilcox


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"I wrote you a sad wishful letter, it's carved into my arm. But you had never read it. You don't know how bad I'm harmed."
These are my favorite lines. I relate to them the most having an alcoholic father myself. He never seems to realize how bad he hurts us. This poem touched me and I love it. It's the sad heart wrenchingly painful reality of living with an alcoholic.

Posted 9 Years Ago


This poem is heartbreakingly beautiful.

Posted 12 Years Ago


Shattering depiction. My Father too was an alcoholic. I remember walking on glass around him all the time.

Powerful poem, evokes a lot of sad memories.

The sad thing is the differences we had, whether alcohol related or not, were only resolved on his death bed.

I hope, that id this is your true story, that he wakes up and sees what he has before it's too late.

Posted 13 Years Ago


My father was an alcoholic when I was younger. Adore this poem. It's so relate able and well written. I especially love the last line "One more tear hits the cold floor. I don't care about you anymore."

Posted 13 Years Ago


sadly this is a reality of life...society has so many addictive parents...they just don't realize how they truly hurt their own family...so sad that this is part of life...

sad poem ...

nice work...

Posted 13 Years Ago



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Added on January 22, 2011
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Beth Wilcox
Beth Wilcox

West Alexandria, OH



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About me? Well my name is Beth Wilcox for starters. I am a young writer. I have always found writing to be the best way to tell a story to someone. Whether it be poetry, lyrics, and more. I have start.. more..

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