Every swig of amber hue liquid,
Another step towards inevitable oblivion
Every night, the poor children quake,
Bones clanging together in a twisted cacophony,
Dainty little bodies trembling
But, what does it matter?
Another sip will make things better
The children lie awake at night,
Hopeless thoughts racing through minds
Much too young
What does it matter?
Yet another shot will blur
Those incriminating memories deep inside
Every night, the children huddle in abject fright,
Translucent tears stream from wide bloodshot eyes
It doesn’t matter
Doesn’t matter
Doesn’t matter
More alcohol to patch the lonely emptiness that permeates,
A desperate attempt to chase a cheap high
Crash and burn into flaming shards of ruin
Suffer the children
It doesn’t matter anymore
© 2 March 2020, by Haley Scully
As its tags and content suggest, this particular poem is about alcoholism. It might seem a bit random, but the truth is, I’ve been dealing with alcoholism within my family for the past few years. This poem isn’t the best thing I’ve ever written, not by any means. However, it’s incredibly open and raw regarding my feelings about the alcoholism. It encapsulates how I’ve felt many times before, lying in bed at night, crying, or wanting to cry.
Like I said, this has been going on for a few years now. Not much has changed with it, for better or worse. But with everything else happening in the world right now, it’s been especially tough. I still have a great many things to be thankful for, and I know there are many people who have it worse. Still, it can be difficult not to let it get me down sometimes.
For how open this poem is, I’m very proud of it. I used to struggle with telling close friends about all this, and sometimes, I still do. So, I never thought I’d be able to share my experience in such an open way. For that, I’m very proud of this poem and what it turned into. Also, if it can help people going through similar situations, I’d be so happy. To those people, just know, you’re not alone. I’m right there with you, and we’re strong, we can get through this. I believe in you.
And if anyone wants to talk about what they’re going through, I’m always here and happy to listen. Feel free to drop a comment below or contact me on social media through the links listed on my site. I don’t know how much I can help, but I’ll always be glad to listen. 💗
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