The Wreck
He lies sprawled on the trench
Drenched by the night dew
Overcome by over indulging
Cheap liquor has taken its toll
Back at home his wife tosses in bed
The night is cold and its too chilly
The kids had to go to bed half fed
Querying when dad will be home
He mumbles incoherent stuff
At least he tried to get home
Its first cock crow he surrenders
Tortured by faceless spectres
Copyright © Lewis Nyaga | Year Posted 2016
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