The alcohol consumed her
poisoning her soul,
Her beauty and innocence
her spirit it stole.

She pointed her finger
yet three pointed back,
Spitting poison and envy
with every attack.

Such beauty polluted
and twisted inside,
Abusive, disinhibited
vulgar and wide-eyed.

Like Jekyll and Hyde
as the alcohol takes effect,
Transforming into a monster
each bottle she necked.

Watching an illness taking control
dragging her deeper into the black hole,
No recognition of what went before
the bottle hadn’t finished
but she was wanting more.

Who are you? Your a stranger!
and not a nice one at that!
Just another alcoholic
flat on your back.

No longer significant
just a mist in my eye,
No more tears and no more why’s.

My heart was heavy
as I felt under attack,
But I am taking control
and there’s no looking back.

You missed out on all the things you could be,
and I missed out on having a sister there for me.

I have done my grieving
so now I will let go,
gone but not deceased on “alcoholics row”!!

Written by Wendy Roberts 30/8/2010

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