another night

Fri, 07/25/2014 - 12:44 -- ateec5

Door slams

Hearing a stumble

I open my door 

Peer down the stairs

My father glimpse up

Red-blood-shot eyes

The smell of booze filters up 

I slam my door shot

Screaming in my head "not again"

If only mom was here

She'd know what to do

Instead I'm alone 

This man has become a stranger

No longer a father or friend

I hear a THUD then a grown

He'll eventually find the couch

I lock my door

Light off

Just another night




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