It's the feeling deep in my chest
Deep in my stomach
The memories flood in as the dam breaks
He's standing in the kitchen again
Glass bottles on the floor
I'm in my play pen
As he drinks the day away
Waiting for her to get home
She's tired and smells of oil and fast food
She works for what we have
He torments her on what she could do better
He grabs another bottle from the fridge
Liquor stained carpet, vodka soaked couch
Welcome to my house
His words are his abuse
Until he becomes violent
I know you're nothing like him
But he wasn't like that until he started drinking
Now that you are I feel like a helpless kid again
Wondering how long it would take for you to break
Remembering that if it wasn't for alcohol I would have a father to this day
YOU ARE READING
Book Of Poetry
ŞiirThese are just a few of my poems each chapter will be a different poem thank you for reading TRIGGER WARNING!! Some poems may contain details of sexual assault, self-harm, and other things that may be triggering
