Drug Abuse Poem

Drinking Into The Night

I'm not really the best at poems. This is something I wrote on my road to recovery from alcohol. It was a long, cold road, and I figured I'd post this to let others know they're not alone.

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I'm 10 years sober in total now. I tried to drink sensibly but to no avail. Finding AA was my one and only saviour. Acceptance and surrender really worked for me. One day at a time there,...

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Published by Family Friend Poems September 2008 with permission of the Author.

Another day of life by the drop.
I pray to Lord, help me stop.

I awake in pain, feeling shame.
Knowing soon again I'll play the game.

For the brief second with myself,
Before I walk over to that shelf.

I stop and think of all the things I do
And the people I hurt while drinking booze.

I grip the bottle o' so tight.
I won't let go until the night.

All these thoughts rush through my head.
Love and pride and things I once said.

I know it's from the former me,
The one that can no longer be.

It hits me hard, I cannot cope.
So drink until I start to choke.

Day to day, I live like this.
High to high and kiss to kiss.

I hope one day the drunk will let me out
And never again will I drink and shout.

Until that time I'll drown and hate.
I just hope that's not my final fate.


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  • Roy Mccready by Roy Mccready, Midlands England
  • 7 years ago

I'm 10 years sober in total now. I tried to drink sensibly but to no avail. Finding AA was my one and only saviour. Acceptance and surrender really worked for me. One day at a time there, but for the grace of God this disease goes fight down into the very depths of your soul. That's why for me on a personal spiritual path was the only way to beat this addiction.

  • Rachel Homa by Rachel Homa
  • 8 years ago

You're words touched me. They really tell it as it is... I'm praying one day SOON that my two brothers will stop the bottle( hard stuff).... This is a true living nightmare for me, their only sister, Rachel

  • Megan by Megan, SC
  • 10 years ago

Cody, you are so talented! Don't give up!

  • Hayley by Hayley, Kansas City MO
  • 11 years ago

My dads an alcoholic, he has been my whole life. I read this to him one night and he looked so completely confused. So I asked him "if other people can, why won't you?" This has been his inspiration to recovery, and it's extremely well written. It changed my dads and also my own life for the better. Thank you.

  • Bob by Bob, Toronto
  • 11 years ago

I am a recovering alcoholic, for over 18 years, through the Grace of God, and Alcoholics Anonymous. I have been thankful that amount of time, especially, and, although it could be hard to understand, I am thankful to-day. My wife of 46 years, passed away in the arms of one of our daughters and I, on September 23rd of this year, and I did not even think about a drink, a step beyond knowing a drink would not help. The person, being me, holding the person slipping away, who was my wife, shared 18 years with me being sober. There is nothing better than that!
Cody, if you read this, and I hope you do, I want to tell you, that you are nowhere near being a piece of shit. It shows up in your poem. It is beautiful. I only went on this site to try to find something to help me, with the dreadful feeling of loss that I have, and when I read your poem, I was very touched. I also feel the same way, concerning the honesty in your story. Please, do not think any more about suicide, and get help. Alcoholics Anonymous is a wonderful program, if you are ready to give in. Notice, I did not say, give up. It is a one day at a time program, that worked for me. People in the program, if they are compassionate, and they should be, will welcome you, with open arms. Accept that, even though, as I did, we do not think we deserve it. We do. The best of luck to you, young man (I don't care what age you are), and may you have another 24 hours. Remember, you only have to do one day at a time, and if you woke earlier than I did this morning, congratulations to you, because you are more sober than I am. I only accomplished the 18 years that I have, by using the same theory. The very best of luck to you. It does get better, if you want it to. We are not bad people wanting to get good. We are sick people, wanting to get better. There is a big difference between the two.

  • Cody by Cody, Normal Illinois
  • 12 years ago

It's crazy looking back on this poem now. I remember when I wrote it, seems like just yesterday.. Wish I would've stayed strong, but I had to hit a bottom as they say. I've lost friends to suicide, prison, out of anger since then. I feel like I've lived a hundred years and 99 are just a big blur. I found myself at 4 am numb thinking about killing myself, thinking why the .. would it matter anyway. Oh man I meant countless people and heard so many different stories. It's crazy how people come together down there at the bottom.. A lot of good people and sadly most of them wont find their way back. As much as I hate to live like that It's like I just don't know any other way. Smoking a cig, listening to music, and drinking yourself stupid. It just takes me away from the reality of myself, the piece of shit I've become. Today I can say I've learned.. I know how to 'maintain' myself and put up a front to fit in with the rest of the world. You know I can't stay sober truly and at the end of the night I'll have my bottle surfing through the past. Some people just truly have a depressed soul. Hang on though, because you just never know what life will bring you.

  • Corinne Brook by Corinne Brook
  • 13 years ago

Beautiful poem. Got someone with alcohol issues in my family and I'm trying my best to understand and come to terms with what is happening and what she is going through. Losing someone to alcohol is hard and she is fading away. Consumed by alcohol she is losing touch with life and everything positive around her. I hope one day she finds the strength to come back home to the people that love her.

  • karla by karla
  • 14 years ago

this poem touched me so much so so much I'm only 13, my father chose alcohol over me and my family, no matter how much I tried to help him he would always go back to drinking, he didn't understand how much he was hurting me, when I would see a homeless man I would picture my father there soon if he didn't stop, he didn't notice that he was about to loose his daughter and family, my father now is in prison not because of the alcohol though due to anther matter, my father never notice how much he hurt me till now, now after all that happened, I'm emo I cut, I have ended up in the hospital, and I tried telling him that it hurt me when he drank. He didn't care, the only way he found out how much he hurt me was till I was unconscious in a hospital bed

This is a great poem and it is very true. I am the daughter of an alcoholic. I know it is a sickness and I know no one would ever want to live like that. I have watched her drink since I can remember and it hurts. I hope you stayed on your road to recovery and if it became to hard then don't give up you'll make it. have faith in yourself, believing in you is the first step. and again this poem is beautiful!

  • Random24 by Random24
  • 15 years ago

I turned into an alcoholic after I was abused I never thought life would change
but now I know that I'm never alone I always have my family I know the pain you go thru so its best to stop now

  • Shelby by Shelby
  • 15 years ago

This poem touched me so much because I'm a recovering alcoholic and I'm only 16. I have currently been sober for 2 weeks now and its been the best 2 weeks of my life!!! I hate alcohol and what it has done to me and my family. THANK YOU!!!

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