"Dreaming of You"

I wake in a haze
too afraid to see myself
lying on the bathroom floor
with visions of my family,

walking and talking with me
as we played our silly games
that made us laugh and sing
in the narrow rose covered lane,

leading to the woods far away
near the banks of the river
by the pebbled brown brook
where the shy daisies lay.

There under the weeping willow
with a family of sparrows at rest,
like we were in this haven of peace
in the glow of our togetherness.

But now my memory fades to grey
to see myself, the violent drunk
strapped to a bed so stark
on a carpet of deep regret,

for the hurt to my family
who ran away in fear
of my alcohol abuse
that left me dying here.

My name is Harry.
I'm an Alcoholic
two years sober today
dreaming of you
the family I failed.