Another Bottle
A Poem About an Alcoholic Father
By Christine WilsonPublished 5 years ago • 1 min read
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Scattered bottles on the ground,
Your dirted hands reaching out,
But I dont want to breathe,
The airs too thick and toxic,
Your bloodshot eyes paralyzing,
No time to cry, just to hand you another bottle,
Your tongue is sharper than a knife,
Cutting deep into my life,
And I forget how to breathe again,
Flickering days in blurried lines,
Forgetting names every time,
Your blame takes a shinning light,
As you plunge angry fire into my sight,
And I refuse to breathe,
Distant gazes to believe her lies,
Another bottle to prove her right,
Your lashes wound me deep,
And I can no longer breathe,
The airs too dank, filled with your tears,
As you say you're sorry for all those years,
And yet another bottle goes and the cycle repeats,
So I refuse to breathe.
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