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When The Voices Came


I wish I could remember, when the voices came to stay.

Maybe then I'd find the strength to make them go away.

This is what I ask myself in an alcoholic haze.

My heads so screwed I feel like I am living in a maze.

I have not had an easy life, or trauma for to find.

I tried so hard to bury things in the recess of my mind.

Oh my beloved alcohol, my loyal trusted friend.

You always make me feel so good, and all my problems end.

But now you have the power, you have got inside my brain.

I know that you are killing me, but still I can’t abstain.

I’ve tried and tried,so many times to rely on you no longer.

But every time you twist the knife and come back even stronger

I’m drunk again, you won again,will you never let me free?

I can't believe that this is how, my life was meant to be.

I’m crying now, you've got me beat, I lie down in the rain.

I pray to god to let me rest and finally stop the pain.

My prayers weren't answered, I'm still in this living hell.

Will I ever find a way to leave? Only time will tell.


Charlie Halliday (author) from Scotland on February 29, 2020:

Lora and Brenda. Thanks for your comments. I wrote this one early in my recovery and it helped me a lot to put my thoughts down on paper.

Lora Hollings on February 28, 2020:

A very well written poem, Charlie, that expresses so well what addiction is like and how it takes control over one's life. That's why people need to seek help before the addiction destroys you.

BRENDA ARLEDGE from Washington Court House on February 28, 2020:


I shared this one on poets with a voice.


BRENDA ARLEDGE from Washington Court House on February 28, 2020:


Your words depict this struggle quite well.

Great write.

Charlie Halliday (author) from Scotland on August 11, 2019:

John Thanks for reading and glad you liked my poem

John Hansen from Gondwana Land on August 11, 2019:

Addiction in some form affects many people. Alcohol is just one but probably affects the most. A well-written piece of poetry.

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