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As You Pull the Bottle Up

Posted on September 2, 2011

As You Pull the Bottle Up.

There’s no need for strength
To pull the bottle up.
There’s no need for strength
The moment you’ve decided
To stop breathing.

You’ve given all your strength
To everything except yourself.
You won’t find it here
As you pull the bottle up.

Haunted by the memories of
A past so beautiful you can’t forget.
There’s nothing more you’d like
Then to never remember anything,
And there’s nothing left but hurt
As you pull the bottle up.

We know nothing of the hurt
You’re hiding; We know nothing
Except the danger of you
As you pull the bottle up.

The bottle hides you,
Hides you as you give us
The reason to hide too.
I just wish I could forget
The anger and the hurt
As you pull the bottle up.

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One response to “As You Pull the Bottle Up”

1. Hm. Alcoholism, I presume. Child talking sadly to Parent.
   It works.  

   Strange old thing, drink. It’s when people "give up". I know a perfectly good writer, who could do so much, but… he doesn’t. Talent is commonplace. The use of that talent, the application of those gifts, is not.

   Your poem sent me off on a quiet mental journey thinking about alcoholism, drinking, substance abuse, self pity, surrender, the white flag. Weakness. Strength.
   Crutches. Thank you for that.

   I’ve not written much about alcoholism. But I’ve seen plenty of it. When I was a crazy young biker, we thought differently. DUI did not have the intense social stigma it has today. We didn’t really know much better. Here’s a drink story from that era:

   "THE TEDDYBEAR".  

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