My Father Drank

My father drank trying to convince himself that he can drown his shame and sorrow .... in Rum. Most people would say: "Sorrow can swim." That's a cliche The sorrow didn't knew how to swim Enchanted by the shame it fell deeply in love while sinking to the bottom of the cup My father stubbornly holding onto his cup jealously watching the romance drank little more A lot more sinking to the very bottom of a human existence where he found just more shame and sorrow