Hangover

About a man that left heavy foot prints on my heart.

 There is a poem I once wrote,

about a man that lit up my dim eyes.

A man that taught me to ride a bike;

A man that taught me love and not demise.

 

Yet the poem takes a way different toll.

Because at that time he was only a drunk.

Driving his innocent baby girl to school.

And at that very moment, that love he taught shrunk.

 

The devil shining in his blood shot eyes.

Leaving a little girl to shrink inside.

Screaming for the man that wanted to show her the world.

But that man was overcome by a whiskey slide.

 

Soaking up his brain, the whiskey devil came.

Inside his giant heart that loved so much.

Abandoning the daughter who needed his warmth.

Teaching her it’s okay to hurt, okay to have a crutch.

 

And the blinded man drank until it was his time.

If only for his daughter, the whiskey he would handover.

But his mind was made up the first drink he took.

And now he’s in heaven nursing another hangover.

Author's Note

This was about my Father.

Reviews

[Octob3r Star]

Really awesome

[Princess3Morag]

I figured it was about your father, sorry it had to be that way. I'm glad you found strength in your writing. It's a beautiful poem because it came from the heart :)