Drunk Dad

Amid my hopelessness,

This lonely abyss,

Broken bliss:

I drink.

I drink to savour moments that help me raise my kids,

But in truth what I do is this:

I take the ways that they behave on the straight and narrow path,

And let my scattered brains make crazy-paving.

I drank away their birthdays,

I gulped their first steps,

When my brothers abuse them,

I will add ice to their screams

And care not for

With whom they slept,

And in which room they wept. 

I'm They are responsible for the mood they've kept. 

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keith jeffries

Mon 21st Aug 2017 20:47

Ferris, this poem is blunt and honest which gives it an absolute reality. Well done. Thanks. Keith

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