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An Alcoholics Prayer (Poetry)

Updated: May 23

A little poem I wrote tonight. Fear not, I am still sober and going strong (1187 days). This was based on memories. I’m sorry if the religious content offends anyone.

An Alcoholics Prayer

Jesus, if you will,

please turn the wine

back into water.

If this is your blood

then your blood

is harming me.

Vomit stench seeping

into my hair and sheets.

Spinning as I try to sleep.

Blackouts impartially

wiping my memories.

Waking not knowing

where I am,

how I got here,

and… who is he?

Fractures of fights

trapped in blurs.


slammed doors,


Shattered glass upon the floor.

One night stands, shame,

self harm, anxiety.

Guzzling glasses

to stop the feelings.

Paramedics, police

and attorneys.

Lost love and broken families.

On my knees pleading

to your father for sobriety:

“God, if you’re listening,

then please help me.”

Nothing about this

is holy.

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