Alcohol.
Oh the Words to describe this untamed beast,
I cannot find them.
Have they been hidden so i might find them later?
Alas, it is with no elephant on my chest
That i put these words in a string like this.
The reason?
This demon has hidden itself,
Shown only what it may look like on the outside,
And used words to show what it is like on the inside.
Its slander slashes my body, but i do not let it reach beneath the skin.
This monster has stolen what i love, my mother,
The only other human being that may love me. Oh, this cruelty.
My mother has torn her eyes away from her behavior because,
To her, i have cried wolf too many times.
This crumbles my insides.
The monster slashes at me but when i cry and my mother looks,
All she sees is a wounded deer, with sorrowful eyes.
All i want is for mother to see the truth, hear the truth, and know the truth.
Then the deer will be caught in the headlights,
Undisguised, not knowing how to make a run for the hills.
This is my dream.
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Dreaded Demons
PoetryThis poem was written as a tribute to those who have to endure the hardships of fighting for attention from a parent who is an alcoholic. I've felt your pains, in ways, and in others I haven't an idea. I wish that this would be a dedication, and I h...
