The Shoelace
A shoelace, one that snags and tears when you try to tighten your shoe too tight.
Who would have imagined,
could be a tool used to take my daddy's life.
Alcohol and drugs, a swirl of depression and a mindset of bamboozlement
Leaving what was once a brilliant artistic mind,
now second guessing his sanity.
Put so much faith into a women who made her life hustling,
transparent to all but him.
Would leave him alone, with his drug induced thoughts of self loathe.
While she scampered the streets, and was more enthralled with a "john".
One night was his breaking point, concocting a delusional plan to recapture the harlot's attention.
Was it a cry for help, and attention? Was it an induced hebetude.
Sitting cross legged as indians would, a simple shoelace placed around his neck.
Waiting hours and hours for her to return, to see him in this desperate state.
The effects of the drugs and alcohol had taken its toll, his eyes heavy...
He leans forward, the shoelace does not give way.
I will never know if it was suicide or a drunken stupor!
Copyright © Misty Brown | Year Posted 2014
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