My drunken friend, after too many beers,
Sat on the bench, fighting back his tears,
'I've tried so hard to stay off the drink
And you know what my wife and children will think! !
Is there no end to this hopeless craving?
It's my body, not soul, that really needs saving! !
Some turn to religion - so it seems -
But are they grasping at straws in their shattered dreams?
It's no good telling me something trite,
No way I'll be able to stay sober tonight! !
I just want to drown this endless sorrow
And I don't really care what happens tomorrow! !
This is spot on. I'm sober 23 years and these words still touch me deeply
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I've never even had more than a spoonful of alcohol in my life, yet I feel the hopelessness of being an alcoholic from reading this poem.: (You're one of the few people on here that can make me empathize.