Crown of Thorns

Guilt like blood upon his brow

His family lost and torn asunder

A life he swore to not disavow

He’d promised to love them forever and now

 Divorce struck and all went under

Guilt like blood upon his brow

He should have fought harder, but when or how?

His loss a sorrowful dull thunder

A life he swore to not disavow

“You’ve won you whore, take your bow.”

His children stare at him in wonder

Guilt like blood upon his brow

His heart a fallen, broken bough

Whiskey and picture, time to ponder

A life he swore to not disavow

His daughter screams, now a new low

He can’t reply, an emotional blunder

Guilt like blood upon his brow

A life he swore to not disavow