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[aid] => mick
[title] => The Evil Drop
[time] => 2004-08-02 07:42:35
[hometext] => A poem I wrote about my parents alcohol problems, and how their frustrations always turn on me. Dont know what people will think, but it means something to me at least.
[bodytext] => The Evil Drop From across the smoke filled room, I sit, I stare and contemplate. How long will it be now, before it takes hold, and intoxicates? I can see the eyes start to shake, and they are becoming blurry. A red mist starts to engulf them, just like before it gets a little scary. The mouths start to curl, from the lips comes drool. They are starting to irritate, starting to look like a fool. The bodies start to sway, and with every drop it gets worse. They are starting to twist and change as if hit by a curse. The words they speak are filled with anger and frustrations. They are consumed by the evil drop now fuelling their temptations. The voices become louder, soon to be screaming through the night. I sigh and I grip the chair, at the horror that is within my sight. Slowly their heads start to turn, through the smoke squinting their eyes to see. They are finished with each other now, now its my turn, their son, that's me. The finger is pointing in my direction almost always like routine. I am so used to it now, and the stage is set for yet another dramatic scene. They are chewing me up, and spitting me out. Even with their waves of abuse, I don't scream or shout. I don't answer back, I don't want them to revel. I will not lower myself, I will not bow to their level. "You are the one to blame, you was a mistake," they would say. Words I have heard before, oh well, tomorrow's another day. I only ever mutter one simple line, that "I miss my parents I once knew." Before they met their friend, their medicine, and the evil within the brew. [comments] => 6 [counter] => 150 [topic] => 32 [informant] => Bren [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 23 [ratings] => 5 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => SadPoetry )
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