Mr. Al Coholic
A serious and sad poem about alcoholism...
I hear the noises
from downstairs
I hear them,
and I am scared
I put the blankets,
over my head
and just wish,
I were dead
My tears, they fall
upon my sheets
and I feel so alone,
my heart, it weeps
The clinks and pops
of your intoxicating drink,
they make me hurt,
so much I can't even think
They make you a monster,
You're like Jekyll and Hyde
From all that you've done to me
The best of me has died
Father, I know
You love it more than me
But Father, I'm dying
Can't you see?
from downstairs
I hear them,
and I am scared
I put the blankets,
over my head
and just wish,
I were dead
My tears, they fall
upon my sheets
and I feel so alone,
my heart, it weeps
The clinks and pops
of your intoxicating drink,
they make me hurt,
so much I can't even think
They make you a monster,
You're like Jekyll and Hyde
From all that you've done to me
The best of me has died
Father, I know
You love it more than me
But Father, I'm dying
Can't you see?
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