Powerless
Powerless
I woke up again a broken man, wasted and hopeless with an empty beer can
Feeling worthless saying never again, my head is throbbing, my mind drenched in pain
It doesn’t take long to figure out the cure, walk to the liquor store and buy yet more
The first one goes down, its bitter to taste. Yet it helps me forget my life is a waste
The more I swallow the better I feel. It again starts to seem like it’s no big deal
Through another day I continue my routine, boring and wasteful, but this I don’t see
My speech becomes slurred, my balance has gone. Sat alone listening to that same old song
I am destroying my life and those around me. Deep inside I care, but from the outside you don’t see
The next day for me is much the same, flooded with resentment, hate and pain
My life is spiraling out of control, my future is bleak and I have no goal
How will I get hold of my next fix, I’ve begged, stolen and borrowed, played every trick
How much deeper can I dig my hole, when will this disease take its toll
I have to stop my relentless denial, alcohol is my Master, my life is on trial
The sentence I face is certain death. The stench of the booze will consume my last breath
Why is it so hard to open my eyes and see, this is no life for a man like me
I have to face up to the fact that I am powerless, only when I do that, can I clean up this mess
Copyright © Mark Palmer | Year Posted 2016
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