My Version of Truth

My day is in such a daze
I know not what to do
All this beer and wine I drink
I just don't want to stop

You don't know the life I've had
It's this that makes me drink
I need to blur reality
To take away the pain

Two marriages I've had fail
My kids don't want to know me
They say their old man's a drunk
Ranting, raving and cussin'

A job it seems I cannot get
They just don't understand me
I need a drink to soothe my nerves
And get me through the day

I don't believe when people say
That I'm an alcoholic
I can stop, if I really want
But I enjoy my drinking

If sometimes truth too blurred
And I can't tell the difference
So what, I don't care
It's my version that matters

So I don't care, I'll carry on
And drink into oblivion
It's what I want that really counts
Anyway, I'm a heck of a nice fella
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Jun 2011
About this poem:
This was actually one of my former neighbours....lived next to him for about 15 years when I saw him 4 years later he had managed to...drink into oblivion...he didn't even recognise me...

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Comments (1)

Odette67
I know people like this too, it is so sad, such a waste of life.

Well written poem. applause
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