This family is cursed
the alcoholism entangles the family tree
suffocating it
it took root centuries ago
growing stronger with each new generation
overtaking everything in its path
killing what few good traits are left
the liquor whispers your name
foolishly you drink it
before realizing this is no longer fun
you are stuck
like your ancestors
there's no denying our problems
our family curse pulls us in
it surrounds us
leaving no room to run
hey its adam, i got a blog now too. this poem is good, its true...it sucks(the curse part not thge poem it self) but its true
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