A Drink that Hurts

It starts with a beer which goes down fine 4 to 6 beers later, things start to unwind. It takes its time and slowly turns my father into a slim I hear him yelling at my mother and I run and hide I know he’s in a different place, cause his brain is fried. I wish I could do something but my hands are tied I lay under the bed wishing I had tried. I wished to GOD that on days like that he would die But I know now that it’s the drink that is the lie.