We waltz through the garden of roses and thorns called the addictions life. Putting a million pieces of our lives together like a puzzle that only a few will fit. We know something is missing in our lives. Why is booze the missing piece? It makes no sense to choose it but some do. We all have dreams of the glorious life but what makes us think we will find it in the life of booze? Many boozers will find the great life in sobriety and nowhere else to be found. What is so good in the life of booze when all it does for boozers is create nothing but problems. I have become aware of this and thought of it as a waste of time and money. Not one fond memory came to me when it does I will save and frame it. Among other things boozers pray night and day to get back their soul the devil has taken from us. Let him have it sobriety will give you a better one. In the life of booze we have seen all the evils it will bring onto us as we lived a few years ago. All the evils gather in one place discussing their plans for our lives. Addictions will turn off the concern for our safety and we stand as an open door to let the evils enter into our lives. Our caring nature is turned off too. While drunk we didn’t care in the slightest but after sobering up we had to live with the guilt. More booze to hide it and became more difficult for us to escape. Every binge that I had made no sense to me. Odd to keep on but we all do. Why is this? We take the chance that someday we will be living in a cardboard box in an alley, or in a cemetery with your back against a tombstone begging for your death. I feel ill from this booze and sitting in the rain waiting for a sensible person to walk up to me and tell how to live a sober life. This graveyard, all the dead people, and my slow death is too much for me to handle. Who will rescue me? Myself? As it turned out I entered rehab and I was rescued for several years. Give up the booze and being drunk and dancing to the spell of the witch under a full moon. You will feel the claw of the spell slowly choking you to death in every binge. Going back to use addictions again is laying down in a bed of thorns.
All because you wouldn’t stop drinking
see ya’ next time
