I look in the mirror,
and what do I see?
A face with no future,
stares out at me.
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Simple and stark description of a fellow human and their plight. very good write.
what a narration! made me hold my breath when 'He fell from grace' and burst out laughting when he exulted that 'At least my bottle didn’t break! '
it was a chance reading and no regrets...didn't i like the simple way it's written...i do understand every bit of it right from 'a face with no future/stares out at me...' indira
Having a friend who is an alcoholic and was given 6 months over a year ago, you have described them perfectly. As for more comments, I think everyone else has said it already. Well done
quite good. i like the ease of the poem, it gets a powerful point across without being too complicated. i would appreciate any feedback you might have on my writing, you seem to be very creative!
We all have our addictons I've transposed mine into a new glass the glass I'm staring at to write to you my friend: O)
Another great poem David, yes no one wants to take a drunk home, although another drunk will and oh my gosh what the morning brings. I'm currently writing a poem about that morning. Thanks again David for another wonderful poem.----Melvina--
A message in a bottle, but look carefully at the label David, from here it says Though man has many faults, we be as faulted to sit and judge him, for who among us has done no wrong A very expressive piece David, see beyond the glass Love duncan X
I agree with the comments on this one David and I think you definately have a future with your poemhunter pals. Like having you here. Will also look out for your new stuff. Cheers
This was me in my younger days, thank god i saw the light before it was too late, and i changed my fate... David
I can relate to this very well from the past. The kind of thing I wrote to myself indeed. Apart from the shaving bit of course! Having others relate.... the mark of a fine poet. t x
You've put the reader right inside the body of a drunk, we can hear what he's thinking and feel the apathy and desolation and loneliness....a brilliant piece of writing, David. Top marks. Love, Fran xxx
wow, you show such an understanding to this delicate subject, your choice of words were great. An absoloute pleasure to read. Emma
Heyo. Firstly, I'd like to say thank you for commenting on my poem. I hardly ever get comments, so thank you so much for letting me know that my poems are actually read! ! I like this poem. It signifies a deeper meaning to what drunkards actually are. Most people are disgusted by drunkards, and it is rather irresponsible to be one too. Although so, not many actually are able to put themselves in the eyes of a drunkard, as we usually leave our sentience for someone whom we feel that are worthy of our pity- drunkards not included. It is perhaps because of these that drunkards usually don't have the support to stand back on their two feet again. As expressed in your lines: 'Everyone has gone now. Like family and friends, they all desert.' Left even without their family, which is supposed to be the closest of all- as we chinese say 'Blook is thicker than water', it leaves him almost helpless, devoid of everything, making him instead depend more on alcohol to whisk away all these troubles, even if it only lasts for a night. Your poem gives us an inner perspective, making us open our eyes to another perspective of drunkards that is uncommon and majorly true. A nice write. Perhaps it could also be further improved if you have added some spacings in between the lines. Do note that the shape, the visual shape of the poem also does affect the reading. Giving more space gives the reader a lighter feeling, as it is much easier to read. For example, a line spacing could be added in between the lines: 'Now all I do, is drink to survive.' and 'My eyes bloodshot, filled with vacant stare.' Otherwise, it has been an enjoyable poem with unique concepts. Keep up with the good work!
I loved this poem David. The statement (when I was young I drank to be alive now I drink to survive) is such a wonderful discription of what the monkey can do to a person when it jumps on ones back, it ruins a life. Thank you David for sharing. Pam
A lonely life an alcoholic lives, all they have is the bottle. Your imagry is fantastic, I wonder if this person finds their way back or will they die with bottle in hand. You paint a very true picture David, I've seen it. I almost went that way at one point in my life, but had great love and was able to get back on track. Some never make it back. A serious and to the point poem, many should read and heed. Thankyou David--Melvina--
You have described well the emptiness of the bottle....well done, very descriptive Good rhyming, can really feel what this person is feeling.
A full confessional. Try my offering of Too Old Thanks and take care.