Father (Written 4-13-20)
He always drank too much
that fact is set in stone
but I never thought I'd see the day
I would have to clean the dirty floor
reeking of alcohol and bile
or stand and watch his crippled body
passed out in that messy heap
of foul, revolting liquid
But that day was today
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Chance (Poetry Collection)
PoetryIn 2020 amid the COVID-19 quarantine, I started writing poetry again. These are the chances I took to connect with others through simple gatherings of words even if we couldn't gather in public. [March 14 - PRESENT]
