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
And she’s telling him to
stop
He’ll drink every drop
And then the next day
Restless lying in their
bed
Wishing he was dead
Morning brings regret
For last night’s
atrocities
Heartfelt apologies
God I’m so sorry
I’m trying to make you
see
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 beg you to believe me
Sorry sincerely
But deep down he knows
He’ll forget all that’s
just past
His remorse won’t last
It’s Friday again
And he’s opening the wine
Pretending It’s fine
He’ll just have the one
And forget as his disease
Reclaims him with ease
And she. Fearfully
Forgetfully taken in
By his carefree grin?
And so it begins
One drink followed by six
more
And another he’ll pour
And all of those things
That happened last
Saturday
Seem so faraway
All is forgotten
Another 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
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