Another Bitter Ending

Another late night at work, Another long night in a full house alone, Another time with him at the bar, Another early morning of drunk irrationality. Our children grow in a factured home, Not even the strongest of tapes can keep their young hearts from breaking. Our loving son runs away, praying for some better days. No place to go and no place to hide, Sopping in the darkness and hoping to die. Bright light come from nowhere, the end has surely come. Only headlights, and dad's floundering embrace, His staggering walk and drunken breathe deeping my young child's fear. "Dad are you sure you're safe behind the wheel?" Speeding off, toward his young love he is bound, But as he starts to relax he hears the loud horn sound. Out of his hands, he braces for the worst..... On a somber, raining day, around a plot stands a black clad group. A depressed young woman, her forever love gone.... 3 small children with two holes in their hearts... A middle-aged aged women with the deepest numbness of all.... She buries her hope, her loving son, her bright future... All because of her enemy in the other elaborate box...