The alcoholic mother

poem by: Emily
Written on Oct 13, 2017

Mother says that she hates when I'm alone and how she doesn't want me to be lonely
But mother don't you know I'm never alone? 
I'm always in the presence of depression and anxiety
They're always there, hiding under the bed, inching around the corner waiting for me, 
Listening to every thought that comes through my head,  
Making sure those thoughts aren't good ones 
And never allow me to forget that minor thing that I did 6 years ago 
Or forget what you said to me drunk last night 
Or how you're the one who I'm afraid of seeing under the bed, 
Because no longer am I afraid of monsters or the boogie man, 
I am afraid of the fact that you my mother is a drunk and will never get better 
So you tell me mother 
Am I still alone and lonely when you leave? 
Because all I know is your sober self leaves the trace of your drunk self at my feet, crawling at me, never letting me be free of what I really want and what I really love, and what I love isn't that drunk, nor is it myself, it's being completely alone, 
Without the presence of you, of depression, anxiety, and of the demons hiding inside me. 


Tags: Sad, Anger, Metaphor, Depressing, Pain, Dark, Hate, Fear, Deep,

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Cecilia Crasto commented on Oct 13, 2017 at 10:08pm
Emily I feel your pain and anguish and I hope things improve for you, great idea to express your feelings in poetry, it's the beginning to your healing if that is possible~well written.
Christopher Russon commented on Oct 13, 2017 at 11:45pm
Sad words well written poem.I have seen really nice people sucomb to can affect any one even doctors and members of the clergy. Hope things work out for you.


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