Even the Most Damaged Hearts Can Be Mended

"Even The Most Damaged hearts can be mended" Like him, once a dying man A death that he had created himself Man made catastrophe, man made disease He drunk alcohol everyday, the very cheap kind(kumi kumi) The one that was only ten shillings Very affordable for a man like him He didn't have a job, it was hard to get one Even with his two degrees, the economy was bad There was no hope for the young, so they resulted to pastimes and alcohol The young men like him filled the bars from morning till the following day That was his breakfast, lunch, dinner and snack You should have seen his poor body The vigor had evaporated with the alcohol Always unkempt, eyes cloudy, foul smell, dreams gone.... Even the wife left, and as she did, she took the kids So further into the abyss he got Sleeping on the roads became a norm Lying and petty fights here and there defined his personality He, once a young boy full of dreams He loved to draw and he loved math But he also had a verbally abusive dad Who told him he was worthless His talents and gifts did not matter like those words That he heard at the end of every school term So somewhere he planted this believe in his head Then he met buddies who made him feel loved and accepted It started as a fun drink, then for him it became his friend Downward spiral he went.... Until the wife, his highschool sweetheart left He reached rock bottom He sought help from the preachers he had once avoided He tried to amend the pains in his family He was the therapy he needed He was the cure to his freedom