Stuck in the Past

December 30, 2013

I don't depend on anyone,

my walls are in place.

Sorrow always seems to find me,

slaps me in the face.

These tears I cry will be my last,

for my father, stuck in the past.

He's lost in his pain,

he's drowning in the bottle

Never looking for what can be gained.

Love and Hate compete,

Day by day his heart slowly darkens

and I don't know if he'll ever pull through..

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