If Whiskey Was A Woman



If whiskey was a woman

I’d knock her out today

Nothing like watching you drink

As I lay in bed and pray.

I think about who you use to be

and where you are now

the painful moments of sobriety

gave way to death somehow.

I thought it was a choice

and how I hated that to be

but now the years have passed

and I see now what I couldn’t see.

Whiskey was the darkness

the chains that bound your soul

I thought you loved her more

until your story was wrote and sold.


Just thoughts in poetry form.

Bridgette~

In memory of a husband who passed away years ago from alcoholism. I use to hate him for it. I also have a mother who is an alcoholic as well as a brother who is an addict. Their are so many addictions out there. There are so many people we all know who are addicts. It took me a long time to realize it is not their choice.

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