20 August 2012
He can't hear He only listens to himself To his addiction His inner need and not to help Gone are the days When he was happy and free He's now in a dark world Where the bottle has the key No one can help him now It's all gone too far His addiction takes control The past a now concealed scar How long can he survive? I hear you say Maybe it's too late He's in a real bad way His life was once happy times A box is now his home Down an alley is all he has He spends his nights alone When times are hard He drinks his sorrows away Doesn't know where he is What's the year, month or day? Why do so many succumb To a false liquid bliss? There must be something That inside they do miss Money, family, work or life An unattainable thing So they give up trying And carry on with their drinking
©Kim Brown August 2012 First written in August 1991
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