Like many people in Scotland, my life has been shaped by the alcoholism of my father. Every drunken evening, and the hangover that follows, dogs me with questions. Am I travelling down the same path as him? Do I have the ‘addict gene’ that’s led to him wasting his life? Should I give up alcohol entirely, becoming a social pariah within a friend group that revolves around pubs and nightclubs?
This short poem is a reflection on the endpoint of alcoholism, borne in part from my fear of the future as well as my father’s present. If I leave the questions presented above unanswered, it may become my reality.