With The Bottle, Satan Walks In
by
Janet Owenby
copyright 09-27-2003
Age Rating: 13 to 127
I can see the hell in his eyes,
that will bring my family's cries.
This home isn't happy anymore,
when Satan stumbles through the door.
Daddy has been drinking again,
with his bottle, Satan walks in.
Across my mother's tender skin,
she carries bruises once again.
Mother cleanses her swollen eyes,
to hide the bitter tears she cries.
With his bottle, Satan appears,
to collect his family's tears.
I fall upon my knees to pray,
"God please make her pain go away.
Please, send another cleansing flood,
to wash the liquor from his blood.
This cannot be the life you planned,
take the bottle from Satan's hand."
"Send an angel for mother too,
and heal her eyes of black and blue.
Help her lord, make it through this night,
and stop this drunkard's wicked plight.
Take the evil glaze from daddy's eyes,
and stop my family's painful cries."
"God, I know daddy's a good man,
without that bottle in his hand.
God , take away daddy's desire,
for old Lucifer's liquid fire.
Take away daddy's bottled sin,
and make my daddy good again."
This Poem was written to show the effects that a legal drug you can buy at your local grocery store has on people and their families.
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Wow.... this poem is amazing! It really brings into perspective what a family is put through in that awful situation. I think I might nab this poem too for my sociology class if you don't mind. Again, wonderful job!!
Really sad and exactly how my sister must've felt from her father. He went on the 12 steps though, then my mom left him when he got to step 8 for the 3rd time. o.0
This reminds me of my stepmom and her father when he and my stepmoms mother were still together. Great work, Janet. I'm so glad that you're still here.
I know this story first hand, I was the kid... Painful memories... very well written Janet. It is amazing how people soon forget that what they do affects others.
Alcohol is a problem to a great many people. The father of an old girlfriend of my used to hide a bottle gin in his yard, walk the dog and get drunk. An uncle of mine died from alcoholism. Short of bringing back 'the temperance society,' AAA is their only hope. 'The Devil's on the loose and he's dancing with the drunks!' This is a terrific write, covering an important issue. Nice Janet...
Warmest regards,
Gregory
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