The Alcoholic’s Morning Thought Poem by Fab Ricciardi

What a headache,
What happened last night?
Don’t remember much anymore,
Yet, the mirror
Doesn’t hide much anymore,
My face starting to show
The beating my body is taking.
What once was a fresh smile
Now looks tired and drawn.

Lips scarred by now
Empty, broken bottles.
Eyes once alive and full of hope,
Now bloodshot and full of despair.
Night after night,
Self-abuse and denial.
Drinking to ease the pain,
Yet hurt myself much more.

Started drinking to forget.
To forget what?
What I once had?
Who I was?
Why and, what if?
Started drinking to forget
So now, I forgot, and…
Every so often,
(After a couple of drinks)
I start to remember,
After a couple more,
I remember why I started,
So
I start again.
Can’t take it no more,
Gotta sober up,
Gotta go clean,
One day at a time
Yes, but
Not today,
Maybe tomorrow.
One good last drunk
Then, that’s it,
I promise
After tomorrow, no more.
No more, I tell myself.
I tell myself,
On my way to the bar