Anonymous Alcoholic – Original
Sitting here with my collection. Sitting here waiting for my eyes to close. So I wouldn’t see the whiskey and be tempted again (not again). Kidney’s poisoned, mind is slowing down. Impared vision, continous slurring. Thirty-eight voices in my head and twenty-six bottles of beer on the wall. Check myself in a helpful place, in this clinic I remain…an anonymous alcoholic Cancer of the lip has begun. Organs are deteriorating. A rancid smell stains my mouth. Bloodshot eyes from all the nights I’ve stayed up trying to finish all thirteen bottles of rum. And the table to creaking from all of the bottles it’s trying to support, but only the hospital can support me now. Check myself in a helpful place, in this clinic I remain…an anonymous alcoholic. I am on my death bed now. Slow and painfully expiring. Waited for this day to come. My bad habits are finally gone. Life is now controlled by a machine that beeps and echoes my life away from me and my family and everything else. Check myself out of this hell but I still remain…an anonymous alcoholic. © Sean K. 2006
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