The Unfairness Of Angels

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 Yellow
At the end, I saw yellow
At the end, I was yellow
Like a dried up beached whale
This is the end of my tale
The beginning, is a different matter
It started with a letter
“sorry, it's not you”
“I've met someone else….. Love Sue”
My world stopped still
I had swallowed the bitterest pill
I felt so dizzy
I don't remember buying the whiskey?
The texture, the taste, the smell
I finished the bottle and thought what the hell!
Two bottles later I was sick
But the habit was soon hard to kick
My manager at work, said a few words to me
About my sudden alcohol dependency
I told him about Sue
He said he was ‘sorry', he never knew
He advised I take a days off work
In this time, I realised I was a jerk
I had let my partner slip away
Because I worked everyday
I became resentful and bitter
But I swear to you, I never hit her
I spent weeks just laying in bed
Unable to get the thoughts out my head
I drank everyday
It seemed the only way
The only way to cope
I had lost more than sue, I'd lost hope!
The first signs of things not feeling right
Was when I started to have fits at night
Pains in my side and blood in my poo
I ignored it, I didn't know what to do?
The pains got worse, I started to swell
And my life was now an eternal hell
Wake up, drink, black out, wake up, drink
I lost my job and my life was on the brink
All I saw was an empty bottle of Whiskey
I hated the taste, I hated drinking it, it was misery
The swelling increased to the size a football
They say the found slumped against the wall
Puke down my shirt, pi$$ed myself, and yellow
A man who had fallen to a place so low
The blurriness and the smell of dettol
Was my first memory of hospital
The Doc said I had liver failure and jaundice
I couldn't take it all in, my mind was still amiss
I didn't seem to get better? My sides ached in pain
I wondered if I would ever be the same?
The answer to this came quick
I was told I was very, very sick
My liver had collapsed, stopped functioning
And as the days went on, I knew what was happening
I never did get to ask Sue why?
I never wanted to die
But one day my head sunk into the pillow
And all I say was yellow……..
 



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