Slow death
In his eyes .... anger, pain, confusion
The alcohol coursing through his veins
To relieve the shaking, the shivering
His mind ..... slowly deteriorating
Going insane
The sweat on his face falls like rain
Like all addicts, the next ' fix' is on his brain
When I look into his eyes filled with with all the anger, pain and confusion
I see a man who is lost
Lost to the anger ....
Lost to the pain ....
Lost to the confusion ...
Lost in the drink.
The battle of alcoholism.
It sucks.
The alcohol coursing through his veins
To relieve the shaking, the shivering
His mind ..... slowly deteriorating
Going insane
The sweat on his face falls like rain
Like all addicts, the next ' fix' is on his brain
When I look into his eyes filled with with all the anger, pain and confusion
I see a man who is lost
Lost to the anger ....
Lost to the pain ....
Lost to the confusion ...
Lost in the drink.
The battle of alcoholism.
It sucks.
Labels: I have nothing particularly witty or clever to say, mental cleansing
forged in the pits of hell by BlazngScarlet @ 3/24/2013 07:48:00 PM
5 Comments
5 Comments:
Blaze:
Wow...raw, to the bone, gut check, beautiful. Sending hugs and hope and LOVE--
Rafa
Of whom do you speak?
Beautiful. And hell. xoxo
RAFAEL: These days, it's all I know. Thanks for your support sunshine!
~peace~
BAMATRAV: Well, it could be about my first ex-husband, but it's not. I wrote it for someone very close to me who is struggling.
BOXER: Thank you. Yes. Hell.
hard to watch. not much to do. you wrote it well... more hugs from my corner of earth.
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