Despair
Mid-Summer- hot, no cooling breeze
Bodies wilt like tired leaves
Dogs lie panting in shade caves
Man walks slowly, head down
Heading down dusty road out of town
Face carved by time into a frown
Thinking ‘bout times past
Wife left, she couldn’t last
Children followed, moved out fast
It was the whisky chased them away
Cussing and yelling fighting every day
Hit her one late night in early May
Morning came, breakfast served like nothing transpired
Went to work in them fields overly tired
Got home late, shack deserted
Note on the table with a loaf of bread
Don’t follow us wish you dead
Realization hit like a ton of lead
Reached for that flask kept on his hip
Put it to his lips to take a sip
Heard that voice no more, don’t slip
Into that fog again which brought you down
Now causing you to leave town
With you head down
Set fire to that shack
Flames heat your back
Nobody cuts you any slack
What if...you thought as you sat by a stream
Watching your life slip like a dream
Punctuated by a loud retort, no scream
You slipped into darkness away from the light
Into that final good night
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