The Drunkards

This poem was written by me, keeping in mind the troubles children or say the youth goes through when they see alcoholism in the family. It is shattering, not just mentally but mainly emotionally. The scars of seeing alcoholics in childhood remain forever, affecting the person even later in life.

Every night it seems to start,
Their venomous words hit her with darts.

All night long, in alcohol they drown,
Their mean faces transfixed in a vengeful frown.

Disgusting and drunk, they walk around,
Their sickening breath like a bloodied hound.

Hurling abuses, her youth they shatter,
Her hopes, dreams and feelings never seem to matter.

Their drunkard-ness slowly affects them all,
Hurt and pain on them befalls.

One fine day, they shall reap,
For the evil they planted, for the hate so deep.

Their bad decisions, destroys them further along,
God will soon right, all their massive wrong.

Whiskey, rum and all the possible gin,
They scream and fight, but Fate plans her win.

Tanvi Karnik.