Amid my hopelessness,
This lonely abyss,
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.