Fire
Free, at last, from the life of ire
Ignited her misery with his pyre—
Reeking of her husband of years,
Embers cooling slowly like her tears.
Married a lad so handsome and young,
Sweet as sorbet on a fevered tongue.
Two lovely kids their love did bring,
A boy and a girl, livelier than any spring.
Cursed was the day he took to alcohol,
The thirst engulfing him beyond control.
Sleeping when inebriated, angry when awake,
Their smiles, his life and blood, the bottle did take.
Today she yielded him to the hungry flames aplenty,
Hand in hand with kids, to a life, better, but little empty.
Written on 05/02/2016
Honorable Mention in contest "Fire"
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