The Wall Which Cannot Break

Dad

I peered at a crack in the living room wall.
Dad, why does Mom break things whenever she falls?
I hope that she's really just clumsy...

She hurts herself badly...maybe she's sick after all.

I shuddered at red stains all over the sink.
Dad, why does Mom speak like she carefully thinks?
She chooses her words often so slow she slurs.

Her eyes are so bagged, her cheeks are so pink.

I gazed with a lifelessness into the room.
Dad, why is Mom here? I can only assume.
Is it cancer? Is she fallen ill Dad? Is she taking pills Dad?

Is Mom really dying so soon?

I couldn't just peek now, I sullenly stared.
Dad, why does Mom see you and act like she's scared?
Did you put her in there? Would you dare? Do you care?

Are we here just to see if she's out of your hair!?

My eyes become numb from three days of no sleep.
Dad, why did you cry when that line crossed the screen?
You've lost your wife now, and you're losing your son.

I hope that the ends have devoured your means.