Well-versed lie

 

Such a well-versed lie

I haven't touched a drop

I don't need that poison to get by

I can easily stop

Deceive yourself to quench the thirst

Head like a spinning top,

slurred voice getting worse

 

Such a worn old line

I'm fine,

drink isn't a problem at all

Ignoring the warning signs

The worried looks as health declines

The doctor’s call

Family lifelines,

the bells loudly ringing chimes

 

Such tired excuses

I need to do it to help me sleep

Or to stop the worry that creeps

Ignore all the trip caused bruises

I need to have a drink to make me feel good

To calm my mood and I like it with food

But I can stop whenever I want

You say through slurred words from the poison you've imbued

 

Weary looks and wary words

From those that care,

but are scared of outbursts

Lying to doctors, only a glass a night I swear

The bottle empty,

shows the truth you don't share

Another drink and you could fall

Is it really worth it all,

making everyone await that dreaded phone call

 

Tell yourself you’re doing fine

All whilst draining another glass of wine

No one listens to your lies anymore

They just wait,

knowing that one day rain will pour

And the tears will fall at your door

 

Thanks For Reading

Peace, Love and Poetry

Kyle