Poem of the Day:

Alcoholic so Sick


Night is here
I'm beginning to thirst,
Can you hear?
That little voice in my head says," Beer".
Or did it say, "Wine"?
I don't know.
I'm not feeling great,
Not feeling fine.
I'm needy and,
Indeedy,
It looks like you could provide.
Shall we hit the pubs,
The clubs,the bars?
I just want to escape,
To leave this world behind.
Reality is harsh and I'm looking forward to my alcoholic break,
I'm willing to take,
That chance,
To dance with the devil,
To leave my worries behind.
To drink,
To sink,
Into a swamp of depression,
Another boozey session.
Please help me.
I don't think I can be alone.
I need you.

Tim'05