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.
Author: Jay-lyn Doerksen
A single hard working mom of a soon to be teenage son. A poet and story teller I have wanted to write since I was a child. This space is where I share stories about myself and my life and the creative poetry that stirs my soul. My hope is you will pull up a chair and a cup of coffee delving into the world that I offer and you find simple enjoyment for a few moments.
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