Dad

At night I wonder about you,

all alone with the City. 

How you must long for your bed

In the early hours of the morning.

How much money you’ve scrapped by

tonight, hoping you haven’t been robbed.

Sometimes the shame of being helpless

Is just too much to bear

When your key cracks the second lock

I hide away from you.

I can’t empty my head lately, of the thought of you sitting, pulled up on the side of the road, head collapsed in your hands, hoping for an end 

Or some intervention to change our world. Your World. 

Your drugged up family.

I tip my head and you won’t pour out

Your despair has stained my brain

I can’t even promise I can pay you back 

and thats the worst bit of all.