Sitting there alone, well not alone he had his pacifier
His swaddle
His tylenol

Cans lined next to his chair, slumped
I look to my father past the addiction and reachout for his love
I used to never see this cushion of his because I was the child

Now I see how numb he is
How lost and unloved he felt

Neglected
He was neglected by everyone he loved
Including me

His family gave him his shovel
And he knew what to do

He dug his grave
And when his family resented him for it he lay down in it
A piece of him dying in that pit

The cloak of adulthood had fallen off him as soon as he turned 18
Becoming an adult made him a child

This poison of family killed him
So he drowned them out
He is gone