ajr91

I am a poet and thought I would share this poem I wrote. It is published on my friend/publishers website. My first post was yesterday and I received an awesome welcoming. I am sharing this because this community could probably understand it best.

Jack

Every Sunday morning his breath reeked with Jack
Talk about routine
Woke up in Brooklyn
But you live in Queens
New York City subway passengers can be so mean
You see
The same gold chain that in the light used to gleam
Was ripped off of my neck
As I was trapped in my alcohol soaked dreams
One shot
Two shot
Thirteen
Jack Daniel’s can be so mean

Every Sunday morning his breath reeked with Jack
He woke up bloody in the hospital
But wasn’t privy to the attack
He’s been reckless since they stopped stamping X’s on the back of his hands
You really only live once
It seems no one understands
So every day is spent like it was his last on this land
Live fast
Party hard
Die young
That’s the plan
A sober life
Not appealing
So boring
So bland

Every Sunday morning, his breath reeked with Jack
No recollection of the night
Everything went black
Life goes on around me
As the hours start to drown me
And the denial creeps up on me
Man, addiction found me
Fighting tooth and nail
So that the 12 steps won’t bind me
Insanity
Same results
And I left the old me behind me

Every Sunday morning, his breath reeked with Jack
His sister brings him up in meetings
How she wants him back
Mom tried to stay strong
Eventually she cracked
Relapsed
And the results of his choices
Left lasting effects
And dad
Couldn’t get it, no
He just couldn’t see
How the promise of a young man dissipated
Among waves of whiskey
The young man could not stop
There was no turning back
Found dead
Burglarized
Reeking of Jack

This is my truth and I know so many of us share the same truth! Thanks for reading!!

Soberwolf

That was deep moving & a really great poem

FLCamper

Well Said!

PurpleKnight

Thanks for sharing, great post!!

Muunray

Wow- great poem!