I’m not much of a poetry writer, but I wrote this poem inspired by a song called, Dear Alcohol. It’s sung by Daniel Nwosu Jr. better known as Dax. I know the F-Bomb may be a strong word for some. But the title sums up the way I feel about alcohol.
F**k you Alcohol. I don’t miss you at all.
Over twenty-seven years have gone by.
And you still make me cry.
Not because I miss your false allure.
But because I’m happy that I don’t need you anymore.
F**k you Alcohol. You hold no power over me.
My tears come from the joy I feel without your grip on me.
I’m happy with who I am.
Who I always wanted to be.
Living my life contented, happy, and free.
F**k you Alcohol. You were never my friend.
You were only an illusion of happiness to help me pretend.
I pretended to be happy with who I was.
To be happy with my life.
But you almost cost me, my kids, and my wife.
So f**k you Alcohol. I don’t need you anymore.
Over twenty-seven years have gone by.
And I know it’s OK to cry.
I love the person I have become and the life I now lead.
Other than my family that is all I truly need.