The Sunday Sickness

A few kids over here on the left but on the right a bottle of hard whiskey, Drunken rage takes over to cause her family and others incredible misery. It is now Sunday morning and she wants to forget about her horrible life, Making others feel guilty by taking out a weapon called a sharp knife. She decides to spend it drinking and getting herself drunk this whole day, She reaches that point she begins to harass others with her drunken sway The home is now in such disrepair and in quite a huge disgusting mess, Pushing others away even further where they talk to her less and less. Jealousy then takes over and she begins to pursue those thoughts of sin, Mocking others happiness and the better lives they wish to be submerged in. ** just a poem not about me...poems can be fantasy too