The Illusion ~ (Alcohol )
Clinkity chinkity chink,
The muffled opulent sound of bottles
Jiggling, nestling against each other,
Clinking together, transported by shopkeepers, bartenders,
to be lined up and waiting - ready to be bought!
Full of promise and pleasure
How lovely they do look!
How the light shines through the rich ambers, reds and browns,
golden elixirs, translucent opiates.
Glowing warmly, gleaming and winking in the glass
then to the lips ...... aaaah......... satisfying and warmth.....
The the world is a beautiful place
Everyone a friend!
The bottles find their voices, tongues and clothes are loosened,
consciousness and worries drift away.........!
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And yet.........
How hollow the sound of the empties rolling together spent!
How sickening the vomit,
How abject the loss of reason and control,
violence and delusion,
The broken head, the sodden bed,
the liver scarred and shrunken
should excessive alcohol be drunken........
Illusion. Decay.
Wow! Liverponmymind, your poem says it all! I never drunk a drop after being diagnosed. Well, only once or twice and as soon as it reached my liver, my liver retaliated and threw it up and out!
I really hope that people with drink 'problems' pin that poem to their drinks cabinet. Although I have never been a drinker, I believe for some it is not easy and I truly believe that some people are born susceptible to alcohol and need a drink and I also believe that this is going to be hard for them but, when they succeed (like giving up smoking) they will be so rewarded.