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Alcoholically Anonymous To Me - A Poem About Alcoholic Behavior

Updated on February 16, 2012

I can see me

I can see my brand new blazer, sleeves gone,

Barely hanging on my shoulders.

It doesn't matter, I won't need it anymore

I lost my job today.

I can see that my right shoe is missing

And that I have a black eye.

I see the cardboard box in my hand

That once held my personal effects from work

Now filled with bottles

Open and running over.

I can see me, a stranger.

I've been watching me all day

From the moment I slumped on my stool

And draped over the bar.

Me needed consolation

And I had to step aside and watch and wait;

Let the storm run its course.

I will be watching me until Me collapse later in a drunken stupor.

I had ordered a drink

Just something to calm my nerves

So I could have the courage to go home to my family

To face them and say, 'Honey, I lost my job today.

We'll have to cancel all those plans.

The trips, vacations;

Find cheaper Christmas gifts for the kids .

If things get too bad we that might have to sell one of our cars

Take out another mortgage

Have a garage sale.

With each thought I sank deeper

Grew more depressed

Ordered more drinks.

The more I drank,

The more I detached from me

Until we became two separate entities

I looked at Me slumped over the bar

Talking to Wray, Johnny, Morgan and Sam

Gesticulating to the throng behind them

As their keeper whisked them away quickly

To produce a new member of its family.

Me looked pathetic.

But I could do nothing about it

Nobody else would.

Nobody except you.

Pity you weren't in a better condition than me

That black eye wasn't enough.

Filling my box with bottles for later from hands and

Tables across the room.

I hobbled out the doors

A limerick booming from my lungs.

I followed close behind Me

Wanting it all to stop

Thanking God the streets were empty

Least my me won't be forgot.

Then remembered all could hear Me

Singing loud and strong

So I shook my fist at the heavens

And pitied my little me.

Her face was sleep deprived and worried

As she let me in the house

I could see tiny eyes peeping in the darkness

Through banisters on the stairs

I'm glad Me didn't hit her

Or say anything to hurt her

Although the sight of Me was enough

Me stumbled in the darkness

She kept out of my way with

Worried glances to the stairs

Me deposited my box on the carpet

And fell into my chair.

She quickly whisked it away.

Quiet sobbing on the stairs.

I can hear Me getting quiet now

I can feel me now a little

I can feel me getting tired

Time to sleep the pain away

I'm going back to me now

Been alone for long enough

Me will never know what happened today

He will never remember

I will never tell


Having just lost his job, a man stops on his way home to have a drink so he will be calm enough to tell his wife and family what happened. While there he becomes overwhelmed by his situation and drinks more than he wanted to.

He becomes inebriated and seems to have separated his conscious mind from his physical being and actions. He is relating his experience as he watches himself become drunk and is embarrassed and angry at himself for doing so.

Knowing he will not remember what happened, he goes home. As his physical, intoxicated self falls asleep on the sofa, his conscious mind does the same.


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    • Loi-Renee profile image

      Loi-Renee 4 years ago from Jamaica

      Hi Cher! I'm happy you wondered over and even happier to hear that you love it! Its good that you can no longer relate. Keep it up!

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      CMarie 4 years ago from York, Maine

      Just wandered over to your poetry ... I love this! I can personally relate! (unfortunately) ... Not anymore, though ... Great Poem! - Cher

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      moonstruck4ever 5 years ago from somewhere in upstate New York

      Very nice! Voted up and interesting!

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      Pamela 5 years ago

      Graphic discription. Very good.

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      Loi-Renee 5 years ago from Jamaica

      Thank you. I've never thought I could write poems but wanting to be in the contest revealed a talent in me I guess.

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      Cindy Murdoch 5 years ago from Texas

      A very interesting take on what could happen to cause the forgetfulness. The poem was very well written.

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      HattieMattieMae 5 years ago from Limburg, Netherlands

      Very good description of it! :)but very sad! :(