Haiku4alcohol(3rd person)

One day I'll learn how to post photos and stuff like a proper blogger. Meanwhile, here's another poem, written in the Haiku style with a smidgen of rhyme.

Haiku4alcohol (3rd person)

The more strong cider

He drinks, the more he believes;

The more he deceives.

The more wine he drinks,

The more easy to forget,

His non self-respect.

Another night drunk;

Now she’s begging him, “Please stop”!

He’ll drink every drop.

And then the next day?

Hungover, lying abed,

Wishing he was dead,

Voicing his remorse,

For last night’s atrocities;

Heartfelt apologies:

“God I’m so sorry”,

He tells her, desperately;

“Last night wasn’t me”.

(Those bruises she’s got

On her legs, her arms, her face;

Reflect his disgrace).

“So sorry my love,

I’m begging you, believe me;

Sorry sincerely”.

(But deep down, he knows

Despite everything that’s past;

His remorse won’t last).

It’s Friday again,

And he’s opening the wine,

Fair flippantly fine.

He’ll just have the one;

Heedless, as his dread disease

Reclaims him with ease.

Habitually,

Passively, she’s taken in,

By his carefree grin.

And so it begins:

One drink, followed by six more;

Yet another he’ll pour.

Echoes of events

Occurring last Saturday,

have faded away;

All but forgotten;

An empty promise spoken;

Easily broken.

They drink, and they laugh,

And talk about tomorrows;

Drowning their sorrows,

And all of the while,

Slowly destroying his health,

Deceiving himself,

He pours another.

"Is that a problem? So what?

You finished? I’m not."

The more alcohol

He drinks, the more he believes;

The more he deceives.

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