he traded us

he loves drinking
and the drink seems to
love him;
no care
it seems
neither has for the
world.

he traded his wife’s love
for the one of a bottle,
gambled away his kids’ love
to the off licence corner shops;
more loyal to the alcohol
than to his work schedule
alas it seems
no one can love him
the way the drink loves
him
and he can love no one
the way he loves to
drink.

it appears
the warmth from the drinking
is more precious
than the love that
belongs in a family home;
it seems
you’ve lost yourself
in the seductive clutches
of alcohol
when you start
to blame us
instead of the bottle
you claim protects
you from the darkness
and the demons that
run astray
in our house.

but whose to
protect us
when the storm
in you rages
as the alcohol
taunts the beasts
within you?
whose to
love us the way
you love the drinking
and the drinking loves
you?

tell me
i beg you
tell me,
how easy was it
to trade us
for the drunken vision
your addiction
to drinking gives
you?

with every
sip you took,
you poisoned us all.

now we’re dead
and living in the
graveyard of
unreachable times,
and you
i suppose
are doing
just
fine.

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12 thoughts on “he traded us

  1. Elsie LMC says:

    This is so deep, I have no words. Such a sad piece and you captured it well 🙌 I think somewhat working towards gaining an air of acceptance in those last few words, if I had have written that I would have NOT known how to end it and probably scrapped the whole thing out of annoyance at myself 😂. I can’t put into words how good your writing is, it’s LIFE! 💫❤️

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    • flawed_silence says:

      thank you for sharing your emotions with me ❤ i wasn't quite sure how i was going to end it but somehow the words tumbled out and i felt satisfied enough to hit publish. thank you for all your support on all my writings! your feedback means a lot x

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  2. Chloe Lauren says:

    Damn. This hit hard. Reminds of our conversation previously and of the song by Demi Lovato, For the Love of a Daughter! That. Hit. Me. HARD!!! Thanks Kiya haha. Oh and how come I tend to post just afte you do? Done that twice now since I’ve been back!!!

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  3. Kate says:

    I don’t know how close and deep this is to your heart, kiya, but can I just say, I felt this poem deeply as I was reading it. It feels to me like picking up an old metal box that’s heavy and coated in rust. A box I had carried almost constantly in what feels like a lifetime ago. Its weight almost forgotten by my consciousness but one that my muscles and soul could still distinctly remember. And I pick it up again and immediately remember the exact reason why I let it go.

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    • flawed_silence says:

      wow I love the metaphor you’ve used to describe the feeling my poem gave you. and i guess you’re spot on. it’s a feeling people may love to push away into the recess of their minds but every now and then it slithers out. im glad it makes you feel some kinda way. shows that my writing can transport you to other worlds haha. means i must be doing a thing or two right after all. thank you so much for all the support you shower me with and im so grateful for the time you take to give me genuine feedback.

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