My drunkard father
Comes tumbling down,
Knocking down, high and low
At this ungodly hour.
He is soaking wet,
As God's tears come pouring in.
He is loud
Fumbling about.
He walks round,
And the fear creeps in.
I am afraid.
'I wanna live,' is what's on my mind.
Jun 24, 2017
Jun 24, 2017 at 8:02 AM UTC
My drunkard father
Comes tumbling down,
Knocking down, high and low
At this ungodly hour.
He is soaking wet,
As God's tears come pouring in.
He is loud
Fumbling about.
He walks round,
And the fear creeps in.
I am afraid.
'I wanna live,' is what's on my mind.
Juliet Charlotte G. Jimenez
06•24•17
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