Withering

A father who withers away has a smile that seems forced 

A smile that lives in that chair and that chair which bounds him from happiness 

The eyes that seem trapped even when enjoying the luxuries of life

A father who withers away is tall and dark which is much more than the way he looks 

When the father walks through the door, it's not just him who comes home from work, it’s his entity captured in everyone of those bottles

At work he seems to leave his respect, patience, and clarity, but a father who withers away never forgets to stop and pick up his alcohol 

 A father who withers away has no problem  dismissing his children but he’ll never dismiss his addiction 

The mother loves the father and the father loves the mother 

Mother shows her love but father doesn’t  know how 

His love is stuck and everything he wants to say is buried inside 

A father who withers away lies in bed and stares at the ceiling trying to comprehend where his life has gone 

He thinks no one sees him but the mother always has

But eventually, she stopped looking

Father can be charming and funny and sweet, he can make you forget who he just was the hour before 

A father who withers away lives for his children, would kill for them 

The father's love for his children does not wither but it’s his children’s love for him that slowly fades away