Whiskey & Bruised

Three Gulps and One Prayer

I was in church today,

it's been a long time since I've let

the walls confine me.

I remember I used to go there,

back when we were a happy family

and mother used to make me wear my Sundays best

and father wasn't so angry all the time

and there was no money problems

and there wasn't so many ands.

I prayed to god today

that he would take this viciousness out of me,

the part of my father that stays.

I do not think he listened.