Drifting out of focus is commonplace
Happens every single day my friend
Got lost in traffic avoiding the rat race
It’s a constant hustle avoiding the end
Some facts didn’t enter the equation
To be honest some weren’t thought of
I was a party looking for an occasion
Whatever was convenient sex or love
Promises are an alcoholic’s nightmare
Incapable of making or keeping them
Avoid eye contact with a vacant stare
Just play along or simply humor them
Copyright @ Damian DeadLove 2025
Keep moving forward my friend. There’s always a light at the end of the tunnel. Great poem.
Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Keith. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Always moving forward. Appreciate you.
Damian
It’s a lot to carry. I’ve only been in the support role for people struggling, my daughter for one. But I see how heavy it can get to keep up the mask & maintain a facade of functionality. You’re right, it changes people. Im glad you’re no longer that person, my friend
Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Willow. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Yes, in my case it brought out bad choices, poor judgment, and being a real pain in the ass for sure. I’ve been married going on 19 years. I asked my wife a few months back, “How the hell did you put up with me for the 16 years I was an alcoholic?” Her answer was simple, “Because she loves me.” Then she proceeded to describe the hell I put her through, in detail” I deserved every word of it too. Appreciate you.
Damian
I think sometimes we get shackled by our passed. I was thinking about that while going through some of my old DUP post. It’s nice to see the creativity, but they were wrote from pain.
Great ink
Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Nick. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Fortunately, or unfortunately as the case may be, as a writer I’ve left a roadmap of my life in my writes. Sure, you’ve done that as well, you said so above in so many words. Pain is part of that for me, but it has so many more faces than that. It’s like a ride I couldn’t get off of, the cycle repeats over and over, a vicious circle. Sorry, for ranting. Your comment made me reflect a little, it happens. Appreciate you.
Damian
The poems written from our pain, are probably my favorite. Not because they are from pain, but because something so raw, and so beautiful can come of it. This was a beautiful ode to your former self, and I’m proud of you, Damian. It’s not an easy feat, but you beat the odds and became a better version of yourself.
I wish you all the best for the future my friend.
xx
~P.G💋
Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, P.G. So glad you connected with the write my friend. I know what you mean, believe me I do. I like a former songwriting partner in my life used to always talk about if you’re miserable you write better. Don’t know that I believe that theory anymore, I believe it’s if the subject matter strikes a nerve. Then a writer will get raw, even down and dirty sometimes. Thank you, so much for the kind words about me being a better person, and yes even in a better place, I’m truly blessed, indeed. Appreciate you.
Damian
Any addiction holds great power over the body and mind. I remember a story my grandfather told. He was an alcoholic that I never knew; but my mom did, growing up in that environment. The story goes something like this…one day his youngest daughter (perhaps five years old at the time) asked him why he drank. He had no answer in response. Grandma said his last beer sat in the refrigerator for 20 years unopened before it was unceremoniously thrown away. The grandfather I remember was an amazing mentor to me throughout my childhood and formative years; forever grateful I am for this same man.
Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Angel. So glad you connected with the write my friend. That’s an interesting story, sometimes anything can throw the switch, to obtain that moment of clarity. I still have like 4 beers in the fridge, that have set there for over two years. So I can relate, I keep meaning to throw them out, I just forget they are there sometimes. At first it was motivation to see them, and ignore the temptation. But I’m past that now. I’m glad you got to know your grandfather, the better version of himself. I’m a better version now as well. Thanks so much for sharing. Appreciate you.
Damian