7/16/2020- The Drunk — Summary

My dad is a drunk. All he does is sit in the garage and drink to numb his problems, Instead of facing them. He feels like a failure.

I understand that. But he needs to understand that he was never a failure until he picked up a bottle. He's terribly ill all the time, Can't hold down a job, And has me for a child. I know that's gotta hurt.

But he lets it hurt my family. He no longer talks to his brother. He is forbidden from his mother's house. He and mom fight all day, and then cuddle at night. I'm sick of them playing house. I don't think they remember what love feels like.

Next time he comes for me, Makes me want to hurt myself, Or corners me in my safe place, I'm not holding back. I'll let my tongue become the gun he made it. I'll shoot a bullet of words and ask him to leave my life until he's sober.

He claims he doesn't have a problem anymore. If you still think our relationship is steady, there's still a problem.

Remember forcing me to hug you? Remember making fun of my eating disorder? Remember having a seizure, and the last thing you did was reach for your bottle? Remember dying in the hospital, after getting a blood infection, but you don't have a immune system anymore after your surgery, so they sedated you and put a tube down your throat as your entire body bruised and scarred, and then you refused to get treatment, because you would rather die than stay alive for your family, but you lived anyway?

So dear father, See you in hell. And I'll bring whiskey. Unless you're sober then. I'll bring back my lost love for you.

Show the whole poemHide the poem

Learn Poems app

Try the Learn Poems app

Everything from the website trainer, and more: new exercises, voice recording and sharing, reminders, quick review.

Sam Glaspy's poem is a raw, direct letter about living with a father who drinks. The speaker describes him sitting in the garage, sick, out of work, and shutting out his own family. There is sympathy at first: the speaker understands that he feels like a failure. But that sympathy wears thin as the poem lists the damage, including a broken bond with his brother and mother, constant fights at home, and cruelty toward the speaker.

The mood is bitter, tired, and quietly heartbroken. The image of the tongue becoming "the gun he made it" shows a child ready to fight back with words. The string of "Remember...?" questions feels like an accusation, building to the hospital scene, where the father seems to choose death over his family. The ending is sharp but sad. "See you in hell" is harsh, yet the final line hints that the speaker still wants to love him again, if he gets sober.

Read also

More by Sam Glaspy

All poems
SadSam Glaspy

1/31/2020- Opera

At the opera I was hit with a type of sadness I haven't felt in a long time. It was awful. I ate
ContemplativeSam Glaspy

5/8/2020- Eyes

They say eyes are the window to the soul, But I have a fear of eye contact. To me, Eye contact isn't
ContemplativeSam Glaspy

2/3/2020- Lost and Found

I like to find photos and postcards in antique stores. I never read what's on the back. It's not my business. Long lost conversations and captions I'll never understand.