Drunkeness

Drunkenness You used to come home late at night, While I was still sleeping. You used to slam all the doors, While mom started weeping. Who was this man before us? Only his face I recognized. Who was this man who swore to stop? But only told us lies. Sleep was like medicine for you, In the morning you’d appear. And plead for forgiveness, Like you’ve done for over a year. Though my heart would say yes, My mind could not forget. And after all of this time, I’m still not over it yet. You took from me security, Something a child desperately needs. I’m fearful of closing my eyes, For you planted the seed. You battled with this addiction, Not wanting to be saved. You stayed with the bottle, Right up to your grave. * Written for a friend who lost his father to drinking.