Alcoholism's Secret
This one's a little more personal. Looking for some good critique so that I can really brush this one up if need be. Thank you. Before reading, it's worth noting that I often use words incorrectly or even invent some for my own kind of effect, so if you have a question, please ask.
There’s that mad -- amia-clad
As a hopper he goes near
Yet his true standin’ panion’
Is that there mr beer
There’s (not) his boy, windingo
Like tied spumate he juts route
Through a wave of intoxic
Yet to behave as dad mocks it
Drunk dad
Hitting dad
Don’t be that dad
Worthless piece of shit
Visit the cave of dybbuk
Meet his friends budlight and huck
And lay witness to a fault
Labled only a dead man
Posted Oct 27, 2016, 11:19 PM UTC
Wow. There is intense emotion in this poem that was effectively conveyed to the reader. I hope you find peace in this situation, as the tone of this poem is very angry. Great work.