Firstly let me just explain what the poem is about. When I was younger my mum was an alcoholic and when I was four I learned the hard way of what a Drunken Parent was. My Dad was in the Navy at this point so he would normally be away, it was just me my mother and my sister who was 2-3. When my mum did drink she was always violent and I do remember her physically and mentally hurting me. She can never remember doing it even until this day she still denies it I guess it's my word against hers. So I wrote this poem after I saw Nicolas Questionnaire and it really got me thinking. So here is my short quick poem I wrote. I know it isn't set out like a poem but oh well!
Never can I remember you walk and not stumble,
Or without a glass of poison at hand.
My nightmare began when you took the first sip
and the cursing and yelling would start from then.
I would sit in the dark under my covers waiting for the silence to break,
Waiting for the smash or a crash and wondering what just landed on the floor,
Was it furniture or was it my mum this time?
Should I go and see what laid behind the living room door?
Would I be surprised was I just dreaming that you were drunk and that I would find you sober,
Ha! who am I too kid I would be lucky enough if you didn't knock me down or find a fist at my face.
Now I'm all grown up and I often wonder why did you choose to lay in the gutter?
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So that is my poem. But in all honesty a positive thing has come out of my mums stupidness, I have learned that when I am older I am never going to put my kids through that and I can learn from my mums mistake.
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cheers for your opinion tho!