He sat there listening
To the cries of his son
Was he watching two
Or was there only oneHe was angry and fuzzy
All up in his head
When was the last time
He crawled into bedHe pulled his head up
And rolled it around
When he noticed something
Curled up on the groundHow long had he been out
What time was it now
He missed work again
She'll have a cowHe covered his son
Who was crashed on the floor
Now wasn't he watching
Maybe one moreWhere was the other
What had he done
When he sucked up the smoke
He remembers the oneHis eyes are all hooded
He can smell his is on sweat
He wondered where she was
Hangin with friends was his betHis hands gripped for something
To help him along
The sounds he was hearing
Began to sound wrongThe cries weren't so loud
They were almost none
Where was that child
What had he doneHe started to get
A huge reality check
Where was his baby
The house was a wreckHe glanced at the pile
That lay on the ground
And sitting amongst it
Was babe safe and soundHis chubby little hands
Reached out to this guy
The boys love he felt
Brought a real tear to his eyeThe baby stopped crying
His face streaked with dirt
He ran him a bath
And put on a clean shirtThe baby clung tight
To the sweaty neck of his dad
As they fixed up a meal
The first they had hadThe dad held his son
Like he would float away
Because of the thought
That he lost him that dayHe woke up his oldest
And they started to clean
The older boy asked
If dad was still meanThe daddy looked lost
Trying to remember his week
Time gets away
When you're doing the tweekHe couldn't remember
Til his son took his face
And began the story
Of putting mom In her placeWhat do u mean son
Daddy replied
You yelled and you hit
And my mommy diedThe dad sprang to his feet
He screamed to the sky
Get this devil out
I didn't want her to dieMy family is ruined
I don't want to be here
The beast that's inside me
Is something to fearHe walked thru the house
Not daring to look
Needing Some courage
He picked The Good BookHe carried it with him
As he searched for his wife
He couldn't believe he had
Taken her lifeHe saw her at once
Piled next to the bed
She was bruised and all bloody
A bump on her headHe saw she was breathing
And sat down to cry
She rolled to her side
And opened one eyeHe gathered her up
She's so frail and weak
He promised this time
To get off the tweekHe came close to nothing
That day he awoke
To think he had lost them
Made him stutter and chokeHis family was his
Its his job the be there
Not nodding away in a big easy chairToday is a new day
For the addicted man
His family comes first
The pipes thrown in the can
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What Had He Done
PoetryA family who's father is addicted to Meth. He's struggling to over come his addiction and his abusive ways. Sometimes it takes a huge event in ones life in order to make things happen.