Daddy, Put Down The Bottle Poem by David Harris

Daddy, Put Down The Bottle



Through the looking glass
of my bottle of wine,
I see the world in hazy colours
within this oblivion of mine.
A voice rings out from somewhere,
one I barely recognise.
“Daddy, put down the bottle
and become again a friend of mine.”

I look around at muddled faces
with eyes half awake
and my befuddled brain
fails to record where I am.
I raise an awkward smile
to someone I cannot recognise.
“Daddy, put down the bottle
and become again a friend of mine.”

I steady myself at the table
my balance has lost its touch.
Eyes look down hauntingly
as I reach out for touch.
The voice rings out again,
the one I barely recognise.
“Daddy, put down the bottle
and become again a friend of mine.”

The coloured haze before my eyes
become darker in a cloud.
My world is spinning around me
in a befuddled mess.
Limbs become useless
as I crumple to somewhere.
The voice is fading now.
“Daddy, put the bottle down, ”
and ends with a crying sound.



4 June 2011

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