Put it Down

This is a poem for all of the fathers who are stuck in the same old drinking pattern.

Don't understand why
Reasoning with you is impossible.
I want you to be happy,
Not drunk.
Knowing that no matter what
I say, you're
Not
Going to stop

Hurts.
Understand that I'm here
Right now but I refuse
To watch you kill yourself.
Saying "so what, one

More won't hurt me."
Or you could put down the bottle.
Realize that I'm trying to help you.
Emptiness cannot be filled by a drink.

Think of me, I don't
Hate you.
All I want is you back,
Not the man the drink has made you.
"Just today, it's football season." It's
Unknown how you find a
Sport for every drink.
Think of me when

You hate the man you are, because
Of that damned drink. You'll never
Understand until you're on my side of the fence.

Insisting you're not drunk when your words
Turn into one jumbled word.

Have you noticed me crying
Under the table as you slowly
Remember the things you want
To forget
So badly.

Making me want to forget
Everything too.

Thinking everyone has it
Out for you.
Oh dad, just please put the bottle down for me.

Author's Note

Yes this is a rather personal poem