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Scream - Repost From Year - 2001 We all have our crosses to bear. I know that's what they say. What I don't know is why I had to suffer because of you today. It's like living in prison, not being able to escape. Dread that lives inside you will never go away. You already know your future, you've endured so often from past. It will always be first, you will always be last. It makes you want to scream and cry, knowing you'll never know the reason why. It's more powerful than you are. It is perpetual madness. I live with it every day. I hope, wish, beg and pray. No matter what I do I can't make this disease go away for you. I've tried to be strong, to help you get well can't get close enough because it's your private hell. If I had a magic wand I would wave it over you, and say "Please dear God help him, make it go away." Knowing you can't control it or reason nor think, when you feel compelled beyond all to follow your path to drink. It consumes all of my days, all waking moments of my life, because I'm obviously an alcoholics wife. If there were one day without it we wouldn't know what to do. I wouldn't be the me you know who lives with the alcoholic in you. |
Additional Notes:
Copyright � September 2001 DeniMari Z.
R.I.P. Edward J. Zienowicz - 6/23/64 - 2/4/2010 - My husband & I lived separate for many years, thought never formally divorced. He lost the battle he endured for many years. May God bless our son Joshua, who is grieving the loss of his father. We laid Ed to rest yesterday - I hope he has found the peace life could not give him.
My notes on this poem in 2001 -
This poem is dedicated to anyone that has endured a dysfunctional relationship.
Alcoholism is a worldwide tragedy, for those who suffer with it and their
families. Treatment and therapy for this disease is no longer made readily available.
Unless, you can properly afford it. It kills, it tears families apart and it makes
children hurt inside. If this poem touches anyone that knows an alcoholic then
I have achieved what I had intended to do.
This Poem was Critiqued By: Duane J Jackson On Date: 2010-03-05 23:29:42
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
Hi Deni,
A piece that is profound in its relevance to a stark reality that many must endure. For sure, this must have been very tough for Josh and yourself. The sincerity in the words comes across very effectively. I like that as it is a very important ingredient in the development of our craft.
Duane.