He was everyone’s best friend
yet a horrid husband and father.
Demons cried, piercing his pain
until alcohol was the only game.
Destroyed two lives;
thought it was a game,
died before retribution could be handed down.
He cared for others but not his own flesh and blood
demanding that we love.
Damned to the Underworld,
demons gobble his pain.
I can hear your cries, your pleads for help
but all I can feel is my pain.