Alcoholic Poem by Tiffany Jones
Alcoholic
he's drinking again another night
of hiding all alone under the covers
telling herself not to be scared
as mommy and daddy fight...
it'll go on all night
why won't he stop?
can't he see all the damage he's doin to me? she thinks...
and right before she goes to bed
she whispers a prayer and bows her head...
'please God' she says
if you're even there, if you even care
about me...
open your eyes
why can't you see
i don't love my daddy right now
he's tearin my family apart.
please Lord, do what you can
to make everything be right again
the next morning, she walks downstairs
her mommy's eyes are all puffy and tear stained
she's been crying yet again
mommy whats wrong? are you okay? what did he do now?
whats wrong?
her momma says its nothing, everything's all right
but that little girl knows better, she hears it every night
she's so sure that someday her daddy will see
what he's done to her, how bad he hurt her mummy
and maybe someday, she'll be normal too,
doing the things that normal kids do
but for now its just her,
her and the God she's not even sure exists
'cos if he's really there how can he stand this?
her mummy's a good woman, lord knows that she tries
but that little girl'd do anything to wipe those tears from her eyes...
'mummy, ' she whispers,
'why you gotta cry'
everything
yea, everything is gonna be
alright..
Tiffany, as one who felt their world being torn apart exactly as your poem describes - a mighty fine first effort at poetry. I hope your life and your poetry can move on from there...and that you get good advice from the good people here.
Tiffany, I am sorry to see that your poetry had to have this kind of kick-start, but I am also glad to see that you are using poetry as an outlet for all the grief and sorrow. Put the hurt into words, and leave it there. Don't let pain consume your life. You have a great start here, the work is well organized, well written. The only part that really bothered me was lack of puncuation and the shortening of the word because to cz. That's more like e-mail talk. The message is so serious, I'd like to see more serious treatment. Keep up the great work. Scarlett
i thought your poem was brilliant and really from your heart. Don't stop there as in spite of everything you have a talent which should be used as it will give you far more joy than the pain you have had to put with.
I too, have been surrounded by alcoholics in my family since young. Your poem is BRILL! ! Tiffany
I am recovered alcoholic, I have no life like that anymore. I am homeless and I stay alone by myself. I am sorry for you if this is your life. YOu can not see the future. stay trying aand someday you will grow up. And do not drink. I do not. Charles
I totally relate to this life Tiffany....Both of my parents were alcoholics so I really felt this with you. I'm so glad you've found writing as a release for your anger. I hope you find some peace. Stay strong. Sincerely, Mary
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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This poem is a real life experience as i grew up with an alcoholic father for 7 years.