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I see your tall back


I see your tall back slump

I see your black hair sprout grays

I see you eyes grow weak, as you turn to glasses with thick frames

You look out on the world, and things aren't as they seem

At 2 in the morning everything is a haze

Sleeping through the next day, a zombie in your own home

Your wife won't kiss you

Your kids won't hug you

Hoping for just an ounce of love

But you shove it all away with a simple shrug

As you throw back another shot

Draining your bank account

Leaving wife and children wondering

Where you are at 3 am

Stuck in a jail cell

DUI, faced with agression

I say leave him

Maybe he will learn this lesson

Through tough love, he will see his crimes

4 am rolls around and words come tumbling out of your mouth

Your on new sleeping pills but your eyes wont stay shut

I hear your voice, but don't make sense of your words

Now its 5 am, and its clear you've relapsed

I don't know how you made it home alive

Not this time

It's 6 am and I can hear angry voices

You and mom are arguing

Leaving her without any choices

It's 7 am and the work day begins, and you aren't here

I've stopped wondering where you went

8 am and I'm doing just fine

9 o'clock rolls around, and just like the tide you come rushing back in

Pulling the scab off, and the pain comes flooding in over the fresh wound

Trying to forgive, trying to forget

But you've got an after taste: sour and pungent

I try to love you, I hope you know that

But the harder I try, the older I get

The older I get, the farther you slip

You have my prayers

But my hands are tied on this. 

The clock strikes midnight

I'm looking at the stars, wondering, if ever that you might find your way home

 

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Rhi Callahan

Writing to clear the mind and what not.

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