An old private post I found. A poem I wrote about the catastrophe of alcohol…
The beautiful catastrophe of alcohol
Alcohol never seemed to solve anything, or make anything better for that.
To drink excessively in a nose dive matter of trying to forget the frustrations of everyday life end up making those difficulties larger than actuality.
In search of filling “loneliness”, desperately searching for some sort of something. The only thing alcohol becomes good for is convincing you more that you need that something, increasing sexual lusts to an extent that you’re willing to do something with anyone just to ease that craving.
Sadly.
Alcohol, the stupidity of mankind. Causing errors in the flow of life, causing regrets , embarrassment. To look back and realize I took desperate measure, becoming desperate enough to talk to someone I told myself I wouldn’t, to send a message to someone not available, and to call someone I put in my past for a reason. All the things I have worked hard to do were put to waste that day that I took in all that alcohol. It’s an evil thing, that drink. To cause misconceptions in your very thoughts, thwarting and mixing up emotions, feelings, thinking. That’s what you don’t want yet that’s the very thing alcohol does.
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Tags: alcohol, desperation, expression, Poetry
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