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Here I Am
Here I am;
the lurker,
the drunkard.
Always at this sipping pond
hiding my thoughts
behind this weary smile.
Here I am;
the chancer,
half witted romancer.
Forcing my stance on you all
as you try to enjoy
your weekend.
Here I am,
drenched in wine.
Gone are the days
when I made sense to anyone.
Unbidden and not quite living,
the scourge of your evening.
Here I am,
sick again.
Lying in pathetic remorse
in my miserable single bed-sit.
Wondering why I done it again.
Wondering when I'll finally learn.
I wonder when I'll quit wondering.
Here I am
the coward.
Gun in hand
but not enough intention
I really could do it,
if I had the strength to live.
Isn't that a funny one?
Here I am,
the hopeful.
Been sober a few days
and I'm back at work again.
I find myself forgetful.
Last weekend never happened,
so I've lost all my fear.
Let's go grab a beer.
Here I am again,
viewing this endless cycle,
from the eyes of a careless monster.
Inside I laugh and cry,
It feels horrible and devine,
both at the same time.
I really hope I learn,
before I lose this sorry mind.
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Comment by: Anne - 2007-03-15 18:45
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The demon drink. This ia a great poem. About drinking , the habit and
the cycle that it takes . So much has already been said that i agree with that i have nothing more to add,
Wonderful work ! Well done |
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| Poignant. A seesaw of emotions in this poem, and contradictions as well. Well written, a poem to think about. |
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Brilliant! You aptly describe the drunken experience and its vicious cycle that is never ending. How many times have we awoken the morning after and swore that we shall never do that again. Hung over in remorse and regret. Piecing together the disturbing drunken happenings that we donâ??t quite understand.
There is hope at the end in the realisation of the mistakes and the steps leading to them. You have aptly portrayed drink, so powerful and destructive. The last few lines seem to show the strain as the battle rages on. Great read. |
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Comment by: NicFran - 2007-03-11 14:54
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Midden, Several lines rock my eyes..so Iâ??ll just give you a taste of just a few:
â??Always at this sipping pondâ??
To refer to a habit such as this one as a â??sipping pondâ?? it just reminds me how your mind just seems to dance with unsuspected metaphors.
â??half witted romancer.â??
Are you only this way during your sipping frenzy? If so, youâ??re not alone, who isnâ??t half amusing in the subject of love/life while intoxicated???(lol)
Your last stanza sums this divine piece up: you are amused at your actions but at the same time you weep withinâ?¦as it feels horrible and divine. I enjoyed this piece as there is an underlining message to not just the reader BUT to the â??voiceâ?? as well!! |
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