Alcohol Consumed Her (My Sister Mary)

 

 

 

 

 

 

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? You’re 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 “alcoholic’s row”!!

 

Written by Wendy Roberts 30/8/2010 – all rights reserved.