Author: Ben Franklin
As I stand by the kitchen sink
Tears falling in rhythm with the residue dripping
From the tap,
I hear the clocks
Hands become clammy
Eyes begin to flicker,
Another morning after
That I promised would not happen again,
Another weekend of hanging my head in shame.
Look through my phone at the messages I sent
The night before and cringe
The night before I was toasting cheers,
After effects the next morning once again leave me in tears.
Sleeping around with no emotion,
Just hoping into bed and going through the motions.
Taking my pain out on the people
That care, confronting strangers in bars that just
So happen to stare.
I canít find that answer at the bottom
Of that bottle,
The contents the next day make me want to give my own throat a damn
I constantly feel broken,
Iím just scared Im going to have one two many
And the next day my eyes may not open.
I hate you bottle.
------- Author's Notes -------
I dont drink during the week. yet when it gets to friday and the working week is over I go to far. I upset the people that care about me,I sleep around...forgeting in the morning if I have used protection. I more or less become someone who I Despise. do I drink to make myself more Confident? do I drink to fit in? probably. There something missing in my Life,I know what it is...Im just to frightned to grab it.
Comments on this poem/writing:
|Meridian (126.96.36.199) -- Sunday, October 22 2006, 11:38 pm|
Hey B.F. I feel your regret and I don't have to be in the same situation as you, but I understand. Habits, addictions, things you do that you can't turn off overnight...the aftermath makes you hate yourself until the next time you do it again.
I'm not trying to scare you or anything, but for some people, it takes affliction and poor health before they finally decide to give up binge drinking altogether. I hope to God you don't wait that long.
I love that last line. "I hate you bottle"
Keep up the poems Ben! You've always been a natural.
|Ben f (188.8.131.52) -- Monday, October 23 2006, 05:36 pm|
Thank you meri,your always there with a caring ear.x
|barb (184.108.40.206) -- Saturday, October 28 2006, 03:08 am|
A great write.And I don't drink. but I had an addiction to cigarettes. They ran my life. I wouldn't visit people I wanted because they didn't smoke.I wouldn't go to places that didn't allow smoking. Then I realised I'm letting cigarettes control me. n I hated the thoughts. I wouldn't go visit my grandchildren or my daughter because they didn't want the kids around smoke. Now I don't smoke and have gone places and seen people and feel better that I don't have to choose. Hope you realize not to let anyone or anything have control over you. Get mad and tell that hated bottle YOU LOSE BOTTLE.
|Ben f (220.127.116.11) -- Sunday, October 29 2006, 10:13 am|
I do realize that I should not let anything control me, nothing does... apart from drink at the moment. thanks for your time Barb.x
|Mel (18.104.22.168) -- Sunday, November 5 2006, 04:38 am|
That is brilliant!!! Miss you. Promise I'll write soon.xx
|bling (22.214.171.124) -- Wednesday, June 20 2007, 02:50 pm|
im glad i dnt drink, ive seen al the things it can do 2 u, n im beta of sober
|help me (126.96.36.199) -- Wednesday, November 5 2008, 05:25 pm|
|bong (188.8.131.52) -- Monday, February 2 2009, 02:32 pm|
|Ben Alan Franklin (184.108.40.206) -- Tuesday, February 3 2009, 03:51 pm|
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