what was i thinking
i went back to drinking
and now i lay stinking
at home in my bed
tossing and turning
my stomach is churning
my fever is burning
i wish i was dead
been here for three days
as everyone prays
that i’ll change my ways
i really do too
there’s just nothing worse
than the alcohol curse
and i hope that this verse
is a warning to you
The first and only time the night was spent hanging on for dear life to the headboard of the bed as the bed spun in circles for fear of being tossed out put paid to my drinking experience.
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It is a tough addiction. Great write. You explained it well.
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Thanks for sharing
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This is a fantastic poem, however, I hope the suffering behind it wasn’t true! There is nothing worse than alcohol regret.
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Unfortunately, it was. Last time, I hope!!☺️
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I will send postive energy your way!
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Thank you very much!
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💙🌚
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Brilliant poem. Sending healing vibes your way. Xx
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Thank you,Sally!
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You are in our prayers.
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Thank you
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