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Rated: 13+ · Poetry · Relationship · #1394245
My plea to end my husband's alcoholism
A lingering sadness plagues my heart tonight.
I wish you knew how long ago I lost my will to fight.
The broken promises, harsh words, denied addictions,
And just about any other detrimental afflictions

I know deep inside that you are new to me, Love,
And despite “us” feels like a true gift from above,
Ghosts of the past hover over me still,
A constant reminder of my shattered will-

To take dips slow and avoid cracked glass.
To you I must appear so shallow and crass,
For the mole hills are gone, it’s only mountains I see,
And yet I know I should set the past free-

To start over fresh, giving you a deserving chance,
Opening my eyes to love beyond first glance.
But tonight my neck is kinked, averting my stare.
Believe me, I know how this just isn’t fair.

Still I’m terrified to no possible end
That with stability stolen, I'm left unable to bend.
So, baby, please try to see from my red. swollen eyes;
Strain if you must to hear my muffled cries.

I love you so much though I’m drowning within,
'Cause each night you’re out drinking again and again.
So the frustrating disappointment begins to set in.
It is the alcohol rambling, stammering to defend.

I will give you this, you are home every night,
Though the relief of concern is but very slight.
I can’t help but think that coming home is a chore,
As mere moments before me, you stumbled through our door.

Something so repulsive and repelling must dwell here.
Yet, no where I get as calmly I peer
Deep inside your soul to make sense of what haunts you,
To learn what it is that feverishly grabs, drawing you

To pick up that glass of bitter sick whiskey.
Why is our home such an ugly place for you to be?
Why does our home seem like the last place you want to see?
Please, I need to be reassured that it's not me!

We will sift through it, finding a much healthier way.
I promise in putting booze aside, you will still be okay.
Stay home, here, where you belong,
And our love will again bind together so very strong.

For you and I have histories entwined;
A bond so rare and of a sensitive kind.
Our lives, full of blessings and awe awaiting,
are here right now,  yours for the taking.

Please put and end to my anguish filled sorrow,
And we will live to see a million tomorrows!

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