Tears of Alcohol

I wish this wasn’t something in my life

But when someone else does it, it becomes my strife.

You crack another can open; I feel it cut into my soul.

I won’t keep the sorrow unspoken; dying must be your goal.

For years, I try to avoid it; watch you go into unemployment.

Staring out the window wondering if you’re coming home,

A crying child, screaming “Daddy, are you coming home?”

I’d chase you just to make sure you weren’t getting another drink.

Not to my surprise, you’re in trouble and didn’t think.

Cancer caused you so much fear, but with alcohol you don’t shed a tear.

Years go on and I still sometimes cry

Because liquid in a can causes relationships to die.

Not any amount of meetings can get it through your head,

If you get in that car you’re going to be dead.

Holes in the wall,

Holes in my heart,

Running low on money,

It tears me apart.

The rain can wash away the beer

But not the fact that I need you here.

Your body has become so dependent on it,

That whatever you do you can’t seem to quit.

I’m tired of worries that race in my head.

I just want to go with no worries to bed.

Stop the drinking, stop the tears,

Please start thinking, to experience new years.

This poem is about: 
My family
Our world
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